Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds
Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds

The way she walks is scripted and taught
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
You can see by her hands that she's been
There before,
She lift up her glass as if to bring
Down the mass

Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds
Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds

Climbing the stairs as if to follow her prayers
Her golden laced boots may stop you
Right there.
Hand on your arm as she greets
All your friends,
Then with a twist of lime it seems a bitter end

Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds
Only the [bad word] she reckons she holds

The girl with many different strategies
Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees
She's in the one by the riverbank so it's easier
For her to drown you.
And she claims,
Oh she claims...

It's only the [bad word] she holds in her hands
It's only the [bad word] she holds in her hands