Lyrics
Got hips like Cinderella
Must be having a good shame
Talking sweet about nothing
Baby, I think you're
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
I'm making good friends with you
When you're shaking your good frame
Fall on your face in those bad shoes
Lying there like you're
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame
Tame, tame