Miranda Lambert (米蘭達藍珀特)
Lyricist: Natalie Hemby, Nicolle Galyon & Miranda Lambert Composer: Natalie Hemby, Nicolle Galyon & Miranda Lambert
My disposition permeates
The room when I walk in the place
I'm sorry
By calculation I'm way too much
Pretentiously I bitch a buck
But you bought it
I can't exceed my reputation
A small town girl with compensation
Exploitin' all my possibilities
Well don't you know I'll blaze a trail
But hell
You can come with me
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
Historically real men prefer
The Marilyns with curls and curves
And I've got it
Genetically or chemically
As long as it contains some bleach
I want it
You don't need to be a fighter
Honey, just go one shade lighter
You'll acquire everything you want
When your roots grow out
And things go South
Hey, go back to the salon
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
What doesn't kill you
Only makes you blonder
My heels and my hotel
They just got taller
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records
As it does on me
Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably
Looks as good on records as it does on me
Platinum
Platinum
Somethin' bout platinum