[Verse 1] Pink gloss Pink glitter Group chat loud Lipstick on Dress off I’m in his bed And he’s in my tummy I lick up every last drop Cause he’s so yummy Glitter on the floor Once he gets a taste of me he wants more He can’t get enough of me [Chorus] I’m drunk in the dressing room Oh my god Trying on boys like a new bra Pink bags Receipts on the floor I love fashion But I love boys even more [Verse 2] He can still taste me on his fingers I can barely walk Our love language is dirty talk He puts his chain around my neck He owns me I’m his property [Chorus] I’m drunk in the dressing room Oh my god Trying on boys like a new bra Pink bags Receipts on the floor I love fashion But I love boys even more [Bridge] Text you “where you at? What are you doing?” While I’m inside his best friend’s car Because he gave me a ride home after getting drunk at the bar I’m a little too loud But I’m even more iconic [Chorus] I’m drunk in the dressing room Oh my god Trying on boys like a new bra Pink bags Receipts on the floor I love fashion But I love boys even more
