It's a little fussy
When you try to speak
Don't know what you really mean
Ok I'll pretend all meek

Take off your disastrous hat
It does not suit you
No I really worry about you
Someone will shoot you

Bitch
A-ha

If you wanna show off
If you wanna smile
If you wanna laugh at me
For a while

I'm a late visitor
At your back door
When you go to bed
Don't forget to lock up before

Bitch

A-ha

Baby
Pushed too far now

Send your lovers
Greetings from me
They can be nice inside
Not good enough for me

You've got no style, no self-control
How can you win?
Only if the army of your slaves
Do it for you, begin! 


O-oh, na-na-na-na
Baby
Pushed too far now

Maybe I can make you
Shut up
Maybe I can make you
Hide

Baby
Pushed too far now