Songtext von Thumbsucker

One, two, three, four God might've made me blonde, but he didn't make me dumb I don't care you were the quarterback from wherever you're from My shirt might be low, but not as low as your IQ You might could maybe read a book, but you sure can't read this room What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed? Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker We might be playing pool, but you sure can't take a cue If your vodka's mostly grenadine, then I'm too strong for you I might be uptight, but not as tight as your jeans So take a step back before I start to scream What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed? Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker Your thumb, sucker Now I'm teaching you a lesson, and I hope you learn from it If you're already behind, you might as well just quit, quit, quit, quit, quit What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed? Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker Your thumb, sucker Your thumb, sucker Your thumb, sucker