She's an, an American psychopath
Never wanna make her mad
Never wanna make her mad
She's in the upper class
Buying all the shit she likes
Never does she check the price
She a devil in those shoes
Might've seen her in the news
In and outta hotel rooms, no
She ain't got a lot to lose
And I find it amusing
The way that she walks
The words that slip of off her tongue when she talks
I might've slipped up
And I told her she's hot
But how could you blame me?
She knows what she's got
She's an, an American psychopath
Ha-ha-ha
Never wanna make her mad
Never wanna make her mad
She's in the upper class
Ha-ha-ha
Buying all the shit she likes
Never does she check the
Oh no, oh no
I think my shit goes under, I'm goin' insane
She got me tied up in them tight chains
My shirt is ripped up
And my jeans are blood-stained
She wipin' her nose
Yeah, I think it's cocaine
Now she's takin' off her clothes
And strikes a pose
Never wanted it to end this way
But I think so far away, ain't it?
She's an, an American psychopath
Ha-ha-ha
Never wanna make her mad
Never wanna make her
She's in the upper class
Ha-ha-ha
Buying all the shit she likes
Never does she pay the price
