Bad Girl
Izzy Gut
GENRE [Verse 1]
Am I a threat in my pastel dress?
You better believe it
You’re asleep while I’m cruising the streets
The night’s only beginning
If you get my attention
I promise you’ll regret it
I fought for freedom, for respect
If I want it, I’ll get it
I don’t need permission
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the bad girl club
You better run when I lace up my pink gloves
I’m a new breed, I’m conquering
I’m demanding, not asking
I’ll die before I give up
[Verse 2]
Look in my eyes if you’ve got the spine
That’s what I thought
Not herе to play, just to take the reins
Raisе hell and tell you off
You don’t know me
You don’t own me
If you provoke me, you’ll wish that you didn’t
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the bad girl club
You better run when I lace up my pink gloves (better run, better run)
I’m a new breed, I’m conquering
I’m demanding (demanding), not asking (not asking)
I’ll die before I
[Bridge]
Step up, tap out
One punch, knock out
The blood and doubts
Spill from your mouth
A face like heaven, but I’m not innocent
Pure as poison, better get used to it
I’m the queen 'round here
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
Am I a threat in my pastel dress?
You better believe it
You’re asleep while I’m cruising the streets
The night’s only beginning
If you get my attention
I promise you’ll regret it
I fought for freedom, for respect
If I want it, I’ll get it
I don’t need permission
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the bad girl club
You better run when I lace up my pink gloves
I’m a new breed, I’m conquering
I’m demanding, not asking
I’ll die before I give up
[Verse 2]
Look in my eyes if you’ve got the spine
That’s what I thought
Not herе to play, just to take the reins
Raisе hell and tell you off
You don’t know me
You don’t own me
If you provoke me, you’ll wish that you didn’t
[Chorus]
I’m the queen of the bad girl club
You better run when I lace up my pink gloves (better run, better run)
I’m a new breed, I’m conquering
I’m demanding (demanding), not asking (not asking)
I’ll die before I
[Bridge]
Step up, tap out
One punch, knock out
The blood and doubts
Spill from your mouth
A face like heaven, but I’m not innocent
Pure as poison, better get used to it
I’m the queen 'round here
Do I make myself clear?
Do I make myself clear?
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