Prom girl wipes her tears with silver lines.
And she can't get enough.
I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when,
I know you're outside banging then I won't let you in.
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world,
And I'm a hard girl,
Loving me is like straightening curls.
Rising from the depths of iTunes Hell I see.
, 
Even though I want an Urban/Pop album from her next.
