"Don't go hitting on me,
cuz I'll hit you back.
Don't go crushin' on me,
cuz I'll crush you harder.
Flirt with me all you want,
but I'll praise you back
with the same sad song.
I don't mind us,
but I sure as Hell know, you do.
I can play your game,
Shockingly I'm just as good as you.
You call me sweet, I call you darlin'.
Don't try to play me,
and I won't try to cheat.
You say I'm your fun blonde,
sweet bouncy perky, and bodacious.
I say you're just the right shade, just the right height.

How it is I got you going,
when you started all on your own,
I never could tell.
But I'm a blonde, not the "stupid" kind,
not the "bimbo" type,
just the right type.
I blow you a kiss, with my cherry red lips.
Your blue stormy eyes catch it.
I will forever be truthful,
if you will forever,
be wonderful.
I know I make no sense, but
I got you going, didn't I?
Oh yes, I'm a tease maybe a flirt.
But it's my song, not yours.
I got what you want,
I got what you need,
but truth is, I don't want to give it.
I'm a blonde you see,
and I'm always fickle,
yet always true
don't call me dumb, or a hoe.

Cuz it ain't true,
just cuz I ain't yours
don't mean it gotta be due.
So I kiss you goodbye,
I show you, my love,
I get on my knees,
going to rock your world.
But Woah!
Do you think I'm that type?
Oh no, I'm a push you right off.
'Till you're falling,
and I, your loving blonde
sexual angel shall sing her sad song."