Money is the reason we exist 
Everybody knows it, it's a fact kiss kiss 

His Bonnie on the side, Bonnie on the side
Makes me a sad, sad girl 
His money on the side, money on the side 
Makes me a sad, sad girl 

I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence 

You're no good for me
Baby, you're no good for me
You're no good for me
But baby, I want you, I want

I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?

They say I'm too young to love you
They say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they forgot to read

Now my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a fucking dream I'm living in