Cosmopolitan

from Tales from the Bad Years

Oh...
Don’t call me baby.
Don’t pretend I’m the girl next door.
You’re not my daddy.
I’m not your little girl anymore.
I got a new attitude.
I got something I gotta prove.
I gotta move move
Move move move.

Yea, I’m so
I’m so cosmopolitan.
Red hot stilettos and a string of men.
Double take when our eyes meet.
You won’t recognize me.
‘Cause I’m so
I’m so
Cosmopolitan.

I got the look.
I got the world twirling on a string.
Who needs a man?
Who needs some pity-me-please diamond ring.
You never saw lips like these.
I turn and you fall on your knees.
I make you beg please.
Please, please, please.

Yea, I’m so
I’m so cosmopolitan.
Red hot stilettos and a string of men.
Double take when our eyes meet.
You won’t recognize me.
‘Cause I’m so
I’m so
I’m so cosmo

I’m so
I’m so cosmopolitan.
I stop your heart and start it up again.
I may tease if you let me,
But you’ll never get me.
‘Cause I’m so
I’m so
Cosmopolitan.

You ain’t getting past that velvet rope.
That velvet rope.
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Red hot stilettos and a string of men.
Double take when our eyes meet.
You won’t recognize me.
Yeah,
Cosmopolitan.
I stop your heart and start it up again.
I may tease if you let me,
But you’ll never get me, no.
Cosmopolitan.

You ain’t seen cosmopolitan
Till you see me, see me.
You ain’t seen cosmopolitan
Till you see me, see me.
You ain’t seen cosmopolitan
Till you see me, see me.
You ain’t seen cosmopolitan
Till you see me, see me.

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