One, two, three, four

God might've made me blonde, but he didn't make me dumb
I don't care you were the quarterback from wherever you're from
My shirt might be low, but not as low as your IQ
You might could maybe read a book, but you sure can't read this room

What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend
The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed?
Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover
One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker

We might be playing pool, but you sure can't take a cue
If your vodka's mostly grenadine, then I'm too strong for you
I might be uptight, but not as tight as your jeans
So take a step back before I start to scream

What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend
The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed?
Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover
One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker
Your thumb, sucker

Now I'm teaching you a lesson, and I hope you learn from it
If you're already behind, you might as well just quit, quit, quit, quit, quit

What the hell's in your drink if you think I'd spend
The rest of my night in your rinky-dink bed?
Just 'cause you bought me Malibu don't mean I'll be your lover
One Coke and rum don't mean I'm under your thumb, sucker
Your thumb, sucker
Your thumb, sucker
Your thumb, sucker