Sorry.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous.

Its time to get a tan, its half off if you bring a friend.
With them crazy press on nail.
Uh oh.
Here's the truth, you're kind of hot.
But when you open up to talk, I can feel them going soft.
Uh oh.

Don't ask me to sign your skin.
Can't you see these little kids?
And you're the kind of girl to take home to mom, if my momma was dead.
Yeah.

No good.
You're up to no good.
But damn you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would.
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous.

Girl, I dig your fanny pack.
Riding low behind your back.
Give them boys a heart attack.
Uh oh.
But don't come at me when I am lit.
Saying you just want to kiss.
Cause lord only knows where you've been.

Don't ask me to sign your skin.
I'm honestly not interesting.
And you're the kind of girl to take home to mom, if my momma was dead.
Yeah.

No good.
You're up to no good.
But damn you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would.
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good.

No good.
You're up to no good.
But damn you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would.
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good.

This is v.i.p. party boys.
And we've got a few things to say to you nasty, trashy, hoe's.
Girl, where'd you get your outfit?
Pick n' pay?
You're momma picked but she sure didn't pay.
I didn't pay money for my body.
What are you supposed to be, some long island lolita honey?
Are you sure you're even a woman?
Is that a house arrest braclet in your pocket, or do you got a dick like me?

You're the kind of girl to take home to mom, if my momma was dead.
Yeah.

No good.
You're up to no good.
But damn you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would.
So hard to be good, its so hard to be good.

No good.
You're up to no good.
But damn you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would.
So hard to be good, its so hard to be good.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous.

S-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s.
I can't handle it, can't handle it.
Damn that girl she's scandalous

Writer : SAPORTA, GABE / STUMP, PATRICK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC