My man says I'm a smoking gun They call me cheap champagne But I'm his Dom Perignon Kids online say I have too much fun I get high with the spotlight on Baby when the crowd goes home I'm all alone and I've got no one Baby when the credits roll No self control I come undone I thought you knew I'm filthy rich I thought you knew I never answer my phone I thought you knew I was a bitch I got a driver so I'm never alone I thought you knew I was a late night cat fight Cocaine kid with a bad bite Strung out on pills like Wall Street on a week night, oh I thought you knew My man calls me a setting sun Pretty little hollywood Gonna have a rolling stone Spread, page one And credit cards are so much fun Jesus won't you save my soul No self control I come undone