She was a girl that would read your fortuneLike a bad musician she played it all wrongNever had no rhyme or reasonSheâd say your taste is out of seasonSheâs always been to places you havenât gone to yourselfShe only seems at home when sheâs trashing someone elseForever into booksLike secret ways to read your mindShe comes on to you, grabs your collar, looks you in the eyeIâm gonna make it so goodIâm gonna ruin youIâm gonna make it so nice babyIâm gonna ruin you right in twoâTurn on the light nowâ¦Something bad keeps her goingRunning her trap while her ass is showingShe had the keys & the secret passwordFlooring her mouth while sheâs thinking backwardsWell Iâve heard of cases where they couldnât shut her upGrabbinâ it and talking **** like she could **** you upIâm gonna make it so goodIâm gonna ruin youIâm gonna make it so nice babyIâm gonna ruin you right in twoâIt donât have to be like thisâ¦