I'm honestly not interested
No good, you're up to no good
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
And you're the kinda girl to take home to mom
'Cause Lord only knows where you've been, oh, oh
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S

This is VIP party boys
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S

Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would
Are you sure you're even a woman?
Or do you got a dick like me?
No good, you're up to no good
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
If my momma was dead, yeah
Damn that girl, she's scandalous
I can't handle it, can't handle it
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Is that a house arrest bracelet in your pocket
No good, you're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk

So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good
Some sort of long island Lolita honey?
What are you supposed to be
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good
Damn that girl, she's scandalous
I can't handle it, can't handle it
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good, oh

But damn you look good and I'm drunk
You're the kinda girl to take home to mom

So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good
Girl, I dig your fanny pack
No good, you're up to no good

And you're the kinda girl to take home to mom
But damn, you look good and I'm drunk
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
To say to you nasty, trashy, hoe's
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

I didn't pay money for my body

I can't handle it, can't handle it
But don't come at me when I am lit
Don't ask me to sign your skin
Riding low behind your back
Damn that girl, she's scandalous
Girl, where'd you get your outfit, pick n' pay?
And we've got a few things
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
Damn that girl, she's scandalous
I can't handle it, can't handle it
I can't handle it, can't handle it
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
Here's the truth, you're kinda hot

If my momma was dead, yeah
S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
If my momma was dead, yeah, yeah
No good, you're up to no good
Can't you see these little kids?

At times we get a ten, it's how far if you bring a friend
You're momma picked but she sure didn't pay

Oh, oh, oh

Give them boys a heart attack, oh, oh
Damn that girl, she's scandalous
But damn, you look good and I'm drunk

With them crazy press on nail, oh, oh
Oh, you open up to talk, I can feel them going soft
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good
Don't ask me to sign your skin
Saying you just want to kiss