Drop the bass line

Ba ba ba
Ba na na na na
Oh oh

Ba ba ba
Ba na na na na
Oh oh

This guy
I met while standing in line
Was trying
But he wasn’t my type
He said,
“Girl you look so fine
Heaven sent
Can I make you mine?”

And I could see it in his eyes
He wasn’t after my mind
He only wanted to get into my pants
To see what he could find
So I said

Not gonna be your video girl
Not gonna be the queen of your bling-bling world
Not gonna be your dirty Penthouse centerfold
Butt hanging outta hot pants
Jiggling when I dance
No chance

So I
Met my girls in the VIP
Was trying
To have a nice time out
At the end of the week
But it wasn’t my night
So here we go again

This time
With some guy’s friend
Who’s trying to get me
With Cristal
But you know
He only worked at the mall

And I could hear it in his tone
He just wanted to take me home
He wanted to have a taste of me
To tell his boys it was all show
So I said

Not gonna be your video girl
Not gonna fit your Fubu mold
Not gonna gotta let my rocker soul be sold
Clothes sticking to me like glue
Clad in thigh-high stripper boots
I ain’t that fool, yeah

I said
I won’t be
Your video girl
Ah oh
You know
I can’t be
Your video girl
Ah oh
Ah oh
Ah oh

Butt hanging outta hot pants
Jiggling when I dance
Got that stiletto heel prance
And that cocky-hip stance
Covered in oil like a turkey
The less clothes I’m wearing
The more I’m worthy
They’re sticking to me like glue
Clad in thigh-high stripper boots
I ain’t that fool, yeah

Not gonna be your video girl
Not gonna be the queen of your bling-bling world
Not gonna be your dirty Penthouse centerfold
Butt hanging outta hot pants
Jiggling when I dance
Not gonna be your video girl
Not gonna fit your Fubu mold
Not gonna gotta let my rocker soul be sold
Clothes sticking to me like glue
Clad in thigh-high stripper boots
No chance
I ain’t that fool, yeah

Not gonna be your video girl
Not gonna be your video girl