[Intro]
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, wanna put you in the dirt
But you would probably like that, right?

[Verse 1]
Too big to be feeding your ego
Look down, see you hanging where the weeds all grow
So cute though, you never know though
Might throw a low blow

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so, I'm so sick of dudes in beanies, little weenies
Stupid little feeties in Adidies
Rub the lamp, you want it, I'm a genie
I'm a punisher, call me Phoebe, yuh
I'm a sucker for the little things
I'm a statue, you're a figurine
You can't even reach my limousine
But I still really, really, really wanna

[Chorus]
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, wanna put you in the dirt (In the dirt)
But you would probably like that, right?
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, wanna put you in the dirt (Dirt)
But you would probably like that, right?
[Verse 2]
Right?
Like how hard is it for a bonehead, Cheez-It brain boy to text back?
Like, I know you're not busy
I know you're not working
I know you're not doing anything important, so what the fuck?

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so sick of dudes in beanies, little wienies
Stupid little feeties in Adidies
Rub the lamp, you want it, I'm a genie
I'm a punisher, call me Phoebe, yuh
I'm a sucker for the little things
I'm a statue, you're a figurine
You can't even reach my limousine
But I still really, really, really wanna

[Chorus]
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, I wanna put you in the dirt (In the dirt)
But you would probably like that, right?
Put you in my plastic purse
Zip it up and I'll make you feel worse
Oh, wanna put you in the dirt (Dirt)
But you would probably like that, right?
[Post-Chorus]
Right?
Right?
You would probably like that, right?
Right?
Right?
You would probably like that, right?