They say, "How do you do it?" Spite
They say, "How do you keep it so tight?"
WelI, I keep my mouth running
Stop biting my tongue and I say whatever the hell that I like
And every morning, the moment I wake up
Before I put on any makeup
I walk down the stairs
Pull up a chair, and I pour myself a cup of men's
Tears
Cheers
Yeah, it might be cold-blooded
But the hot girls, we love it
So pour yourself a cup of men's tears
I'ma throw 'em a pity party
Make it sweet, boy, make it salty
'Cause it's better than that coffee, and I'm tired
Ladies, I know that you're tired
So in the morning, the moment you wake up
Before putting on any makeup
Just walk down the stairs
Pull up a chair, and you pour yourself a cup of men's
Tears
Cheers
Yeah, it might be cold-blooded
But the hot girls, we love it
So pour yourself a cup of men's tears
Here's to the ones that have hurt me
I'm fed up, it makes me so thirsty
They did me dirty
For years, and years, and years
So sit there and wallow
Baby, this time I'll swallow
And pour myself a cup of men's
Tears
Cheers
Oh yeah, it might be cold-blooded
Hot girls, we love it
So pour yourself a cup of men's tears
That's right, I said it
Oh
Bad bitches get it
Tastes so good
Oh
They say, "How do you do it?" Spite They say, "How do you keep it so tight?" WelI, I keep my mouth running Stop biting my tongue and I say whatever the hell that I like And every morning, the moment I wake up Before I put on any makeup I walk down the stairs Pull up a chair, and I pour myself a cup of men's Tears Cheers Yeah, it might be cold-blooded But the hot girls, we love it So pour yourself a cup of men's tears I'ma throw 'em a pity party Make it sweet, boy, make it salty 'Cause it's better than that coffee, and I'm tired Ladies, I know that you're tired So in the morning, the moment you wake up Before putting on any makeup Just walk down the stairs Pull up a chair, and you pour yourself a cup of men's Tears Cheers Yeah, it might be cold-blooded But the hot girls, we love it So pour yourself a cup of men's tears Here's to the ones that have hurt me I'm fed up, it makes me so thirsty They did me dirty For years, and years, and years So sit there and wallow Baby, this time I'll swallow And pour myself a cup of men's Tears Cheers Oh yeah, it might be cold-blooded Hot girls, we love it So pour yourself a cup of men's tears That's right, I said it Oh Bad bitches get it Tastes so good Oh