RUDE Songtext
von Ella Isaacson

Rude! Oh me, oh my
Got the flames and the sparkle in your eyes
Is she a freak? Is she a vice?
She got that Sharon Stone sexy kind of vibe

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me who′s the baddest bitch of them all

Hell's got a bed made up for you
Stomping on hearts with those high-heeled shoes
The devil spent a little more time on you
Everyone′s obsessed with a body so rude
Rude!


Killer looks, it's unfair
You're everybody′s type, so they stop and stare
So hot, say their prayers
All dying on their knees and you just don′t care

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me who's the baddest bitch of them all

Hell′s got a bed made up for you
Stomping on hearts with those high-heeled shoes
The devil spent a little more time on you
Everyone's obsessed with a body so rude
Rude!

Hell′s got a bed made up for you
Everyone's obsessed, every- everyone′s obsessed
Hell's got a bed made up for you
Everyone's obsessed, every- everyone′s obsessed

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me who′s the baddest bitch of them all


Rude!
Rude!