She is a beauter,
different from the rest
Diamonds on her finger an d
she always looks her best
She is a gangsta,
with a hundred miles to her
When she walks,
her feet don't touch the floor
She is a belter
She plays the lightning,
I'm a hundred miles high
Dishing out the thunder like
a god inside the sky
She is a dancer,
and she dances in my dreams
Reminds me that the world
is not as evil as it seems
She is a belter
No happy endings,
unless fairy tales come true
But she looks like a princess and
there's not much else to do
I think I love her,
she gets underneath my skin
But I've been stung a few times, so I don't like no one,
I don't even built her
She is a builder
She is a builder
She is a builder
How can she reach me,
when I'm high above the shelf
Lost inside a smoke ring while I
ponder to myself a shady answer
Tear a question in my mind,
is happiness an option
Or has love just turned me blind,
is she a belter?
No happy endings,
unless fairy tales come true
But she looks like a princess and
there's not much else to do
I think I love her
She gets underneath my skin
But I've been stung a few times
So I don't want no one to know
Even
Belta
She is a
Belta
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah...
She is a belt top
She is a belt top
you