Okay, maybe she's busy, I try to give her space But then I see her online, all over the place. Snappin' selfies, droppin' likes, a social queen But for my simple text, she ain't got no time, it seems. So I hit her again, a little playful tease "Guess you out savin' the world, forgettin' about me?" And finally, a buzz, that notification light But it ain't Chelsea, it's my boys sayin' "Let's party tonight!" (Chorus) Texter neglecter, that's her game Leavin' me hangin', drivin' me insane. She expects a reply, lightning fast But when it comes to her, that text ain't gonna last. (Bridge) Now I ain't no fool, I see what's goin' down She got me on a string, like a dang circus clown. Jumpin' through hoops, waitin' for her to please But Chelsea girl, you ain't the queen of
