Put
your hands up
Cryin' my tears for as long as you can get mad at me
Ain't it like the thing you should've put a ring on it?
I got gloss on my lips,
hand on my hip,
and it's hotter than my very own jeans
Acting up,
drinking my cup,
and I could care less what you think
Need no permission,
didn't mention,
don't pay any attention
Cause you had your turn,
and now you're gonna learn what it really feels like to miss me
Ain't it like the thing you should've put a ring on it?
Don't be mad at what you see, that you want it
Ain't it like the thing you should've put a ring on it?
Oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh
Don't treat me to the things of the world,
I'm not that kind of girl
Your love is what I prefer,
what I deserve If you're the one that makes me,
and takes
me to infinity and beyond All the single ladies,
all the single ladies