And as a matter of fact
Say hello to Miss Universe fellas
Hey dude, I feel so sorry for you
On your cash, babe
She wants more, more, more
Say hello to Miss Universe, thank you very much
She's driving in that big black limousine
Your credit card can go
She ain't got not bills at home
All the way to the top
She ain't got no house to own
Oh, don't say that word
Bought her tickets to Paris, France
She wants more, more, more
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
She's driving in that big black limousine
'Cause you know she just can't stop
She wants more, more, more
She's driving in that big black limousine
And which stores are the best
'Cause she's goin' shoppin' on you
She ain't got no house to own
She ain't got no house to own
She took your very last dollar with a calculatin' grin
Or American Express
She wants more, more, more
'Cuz I know where you've been, oh
And as a matter of fact
Gotta push it to the limit
Shoppin' on you
She's got to take a chance
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
She knows all of your limits
She ain't got not bills at home
It's kind of hurts right here, doesn't it?
She's drivin' in your sport scar
It's Mastercard or Visa
She ain't got not bills at home
She wants more, more, more
But she likes to see how far
And as a matter of fact
Say hello to Miss Universe fellas
She wants more, more, more
And she acts just like a fashion beauty queen
In Beverly Hills, oh yes
She's gamblin' in Las Vegas
She wants more, more, more
