POSH

Only date boys that come from money Oh my gosh, he looks like Bill Murray Wonder if he'll give me some of his baccy Babe, turn it up, this tune's so dutty Red wine, red lips, sore tummy, and a bag of chips White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink Oh my God, I'm so drunk right now He calls it blow, I prefer sniffy Meet me in the bathroom, be back in a jiffy We can kiss, but don't ruin my lippy No, babe, don't call that, it's Gucci Red wine, red lips, sore tummy, and a bag of chips White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink Oh my God, I'm so fucking drunk right now (Drunk right now) Straight boys, all the straight boys If you want to fuck me, then you're gonna need toys I'll only give you head if it's in a Rolls Royce Give me a free drink, don't be a killjoy When I dance, it gives the DJ a bricky Took me to his green room, wait, did he? If I ask nice, will you put me in your will? Caviar, oysters, trees, and a quickie Red wine, red lips, sore tummy, and a bag of chips White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink Oh my God, I'm so drunk right now (Drunk right now) Red wine, red lips, sore tummy, and a bag of chips White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink Oh my God, I'm so drunk right now