Rats, Bottom Feeders

I just want you to dance for me
Take off your clothes
Let down your hair
And put on those shoes
The heels I bought over there
Show me what my hundreds were worth
Let me use you like you used me
Play with your head a little
And make you beg
Be the bastard you claim me to be
Make you beg for sex
And never get any because I don't want you
I just want to make you suffer
Forgive me if I'm wrong
Understand it's not you right now and it is me
I claim that, call me a bitch
And put on that lipstick
Go insane to the beat
And dance like you want something...
Earn the money you got out of me
Frivolous expenditures on a whore
I'm sorry, you prefer "lady of the evening"
Dance for me and let me be the asshole you intended
I'll tell you lies just to make you smile
Hope you realize I don't hate you
But what you deserve is a wake up call
And I have a song ready for you
So when you're ready
Come to me
I'll throw pennies on the floor
Give you a dollar for the bus
Yeah, I have you covered
Leave the shit I bought
Over there, right fucking there
Pick your face up off of the floor
And walk away...
I'm done now.
Thank you for your time. :)