Oh, I said, how many style of string can you find girl?
If I asked your favorite, would you mind, girl?
I just see so many, so many of your kind, girl
With your material eyes, you just wanna wrap your thighs
Around something shiny and torn
But baby, does it keep you warm?
'Cause from here, your closets the only thing that's
Grown, even with all those clothes I, I can see you're still cold
Why don't you try settlin' down with some simpler things
You gotta stop with all those shiny strings
I can see that boy, he starts to unravel
Because you know them rags aren't fit for travel
I'm just a little too late, too afraid that you are unkind
Stop your material eyes, you just wanna wrap your thighs
Around someone shiny and torn
But baby, will he keep you warm?
'Cause from here, your closets the only thing that's grown
Even with all those men, I can see you're still cold
Why don't you try settlin' down with some simpler things
You gotta stop with all those shiny strings