My room is looking messy when you come around
But I clean it up when you not around
I close the lights, got em where I tip them off
But I hand them out before you get home
When you let me stand in the corner, guilt trip me
Make me be a good girl, forgive me
You provide the education
Of how to make a nice impression
My clothes, they lookin dirty when you dress me up
I dunno if the bed they trace for going out
The cigarettes, they hid them in my bag back
I woke up from my makeup when you get back
When you let me stand in the corner, guilt trip me
Make me be a good girl, forgive me
You provide the education
Of how to make a right impression
You make a bad girl okay
Style and Punishment