Now she brags about her law degree.
We used to chat about the lottery.
Don’t you know she used to present those novelty checks?
And we can’t talk about her history.
She won’t shut up about her ministry.
She’s so demure, so insecure so.
Mums the word about philosophy.
She sits in bed with a dictionary.
Unprepared for the judiciary.
She’s not a product of the monastery.
She’s covered in flaws.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
It’s a northern Texas fantasy.
A fighting chance to join the monarchy.
As a girl she used to lament.
The lack of girls in government.
She’s so demure so insecure.
But she’s covered in flaws.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
Mums the word about philosophy.
She sits in bed with a dictionary.
Unprepared for the judiciary.
She’s not a product of the monastery.
And now I find out she’s in love with me.
She wants to know me better personally.
She won’t shut up about her ministry.
We used to chat about the lottery.
She’s covered in flaws.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl that I thought she was.
She’s not the supreme girl.
She’s not the supreme girl.
She’s not the supreme girl.
She’s not the supreme girl.