Savage Girl

Savage, savage, savage, savage

One day I will meet a nice guy
Be a girl, I would do anything for her
Anything and everything
I want to carry a ring on my finger again
But I’m not desperate

Easy I bring you into my arms
Easy I make you love me
Easy I get someone
Easy I let you go
Easy and simple, no one can understand me

I’m a savage girl
Track, track, track for me
Sing, sing, sing, sing for me
Be good, good, good to me

Savage, savage, savage girl

I suck at games
They say I get too attached
I must admit, it’s depressing
I’m the last to fall in love
Always, always, always pleasing me

I pick up my things and run away
To Los Angeles
False identity, without love
Because maybe I shouldn’t know this
Loving was never good for me
I’m full of wounds
And I don’t need to say why

I’m a savage girl
Track, track, track for me
Sing, sing, sing, sing for me
Be good, good, good to me

Savage, savage, savage girl