I’m that sexy, naughty, witchy little tease,
lace on my skin like a midnight breeze;
I kiss and tell, ring every siren bell—
boys chase the sugar, but I never dwell.
Cherry lips, cherry bomb, watch me detonate,
hearts in my rearview, still accelerating;
I don’t beg, I choose, I break the rules,
dancing on hearts in six-inch jewels.
Love is a game, I play, I win,
sexy, naughty, bitchy—let the wild begin.