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Lyrics
She's a devil in a red dress, from the way she moves the way she steps
Stomps mean on the scene indeed, eyeballed from the heels to the neck
A sight of beauty, Cutie strikes you as the best
She's so hot, hot, hot, one touch will make you sweat
You fall to your knees and beg that she comes home with you
But you don't see indeed she's in control of you
So she proceeds to seize the world from under you
Designer jeans and rings that seem to sparkle blue
Another savings paying for a bag from Prada
Another bracelet wasted on her begging momma
Her sports car's in the barn with her helicopter
While you're riding in that '94 Hyundai Sonata
You say you love her, she said it's physical
You say you trust her, she has you crippled dude
She'll drive you to the point you're borderline cynical
That's what you get for creating Ms. Material
Her name was Madonna, karma was the fate of me
The cheating guy persona, I armed myself to play the G
Except there was a problem, started in a phase of three
I said I wouldn't harm her, charmed her to be faithful see
Now that is what I get for thinking I had the upper hand
Lying through the lips that kiss and lightens when she's mad
It's all but a trick and this is just a part of plan
Can't smell my own sh** , I slipped and failed to understand
That in her game of chess I'm less with movements like a pawn
And rather in this set she's best with bishops at her palms
Knights to her left distress when she's proceeded on
But I had to test and yes ended up a loss
Caught me at the movies smooching down Evelyn
Said she was through and don't want to see me again
Raided through my jewelry and stashed all my possessions
But what I didn't know was her and Lynn were best friends
