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Amsterd – am I okay?

Good gurlz go 2 heaven, bad gurlz go 2 Amsterdam. Corinthians 4:20

I’m a good girl. I wear sweats and go out less. I don’t have glasses of champagne on the dance floor and I tend to hang out with girls I’ve seen before. But in Amsterdam, things were a little different…

Ever since I went to the city
That’s got a reputation for sex and weed
Everybody knows and I feel left out
I’m nervous and a little stressed out
‘Cause ever since I went to the city,
Where strippers wear less and show more
Put things up their vaginas on the dance floor
Do freaky shit I’ve never seen before

My mom said call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean one thing
I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean my mom is calling because she wants to know what I did last night, but I can’t tell her because I went to a sex show where a stripper put a marker up her vagina, straddled a girl from the audience (not me, I swear) and wrote “slave” on the girl’s stomach with her vagina. WITH. HER. VAGINA.

Ever since I went to the city
I can’t stop singing this song
I feel like I saw things that were wrong
Going places where I don’t belong
Ever since I went to the city,
I got exactly what I asked for
Running out of pages in my passport
Doing things I’ve never done before

My mom said call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean one thing
I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean my mom is calling because she wants to know what I did today, but I can’t tell her because I smoked weed and could’t feel my face and freaked out because I thought I was dying

Those days all we did was
Wonder if that stripper bendin’ over has a family?
Wonder if I’m rollin’ this backwards?
Doing things my parents should never know about

We should go somewhere else
We should really go somewhere else
Why the fuck am I here?
Why’d she put that marker there?
I used to always stay home, be a good girl
I was in the zone, yeah
I should just be myself
Right now I’m someone else

My mom said call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean one thing
I know when my cell phone rings
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I went to the city

Yeah.

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