Britches

[Verse 1]
Walked in in high-waist denim just like you own the place
But that Covergirl can't cover up the stuck-up on your face
That 1942 highest bottle on the shelf
Ain't half as high as that opinion you have of yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
You think you're God's gift to this bar
But it's gone too far

[Chorus]
Who died and made you queen of conceited?
Said you were so good and you believed it?
You're burning bridges, none of my business
You might be a size two, but you're too big for you britches

[Verse 2]
You're favorite conversation is you, yourself and your dreams and schemes and accolades
Like no one's done that shit before
Honey, you should get a prize for world's biggest ego
We used to see eye to eye, now you look down your nose

[Pre-Chorus]
And, girl, I gotta know

[Chorus]
Who died and made you queen of conceited?
Said you were so good and you believed it?
You're burning bridges, none of my business
You might be a size two, but you're too big for you britches

[Post-Chorus]
I'm just saying

[Chorus]
Who died and made you queen of conceited?
Said you were so good and you believed it?
You're burning bridges, none of my business
You might be a size two, but you're too big for you britches