Her golden laced boots may stop you right there
It's only the truth she holds in her hands
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Climbing the stairs as if to follow her dress
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds
She lifts up her glass as if to bring down the mass
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
The way she walks is scripted and taught
See by her hands that she's been there before
Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees
So it's easier for her to drown you
Hands on your arm as she greets all your friends
And she claims, oh, she claims
The girl with many different strategies
Then with a twist of lime it seems a bitter end
She's in the one by the riverbank