| pick up my kid in a jaguar |
| drop him off in the mercedes bentz |
| when you look over your shoulder |
| you’re gonna see me through a different lens |
| by the time you get to phoenix |
| i’ll be laughing in l.a. |
| by the time you find the right bottle of wine |
| i’ll be sipping my courvoisier |
| because revenge is sweet but success is sweeter |
| take the salt from my wounds and put it in my margarita |
| i’m the new kid in the candy store |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you anymore |
| when my walking shoes were newer |
| you played me at your game |
| and when my tears are fewer |
| you’ll put the sham into my pain |
| and when i’m wrinkling the sheets with someone you don’t know |
| i’ll be using your cold shoulder to chill the veuve clique |
| because revenge is sweet but success is sweeter |
| take the salt from my wounds and put it in my margarita |
| i’m the new kid in the candy store |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you anymore |
| i won’t want you anymore, yeah. |
| in for a penny, in for a pound of the flesh is weak and the spirit is hurt |
| even if the meek shall inherit the earth |
| can’t wear your heart on your sleeve when you’ve lost your shirt |
| pick up my kid in a jaguar |
| drop him off in the mercedes bentz |
| yeah, revenge is sweet but success is sweeter |
| take the salt from my wounds and put it in my margarita |
| i’m the new kid in the candy store |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you anymore |
| yeah, revenge is sweet but success is sweeter |
| take the salt from my wounds and put it in my margarita |
| i’m the new kid in the candy store |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you |
| by the time you want me back i won’t want you anymore |