For all the things you said you’d never do.
For all the things you said that were untrue.
For all the times you made me feel alone
Said I’d never make it on my own.
But things are lookin’ up for me now.
It seems like Karma’s makin’ its rounds.
It’s my turn now, won’t be held down, no.
Karma’s gonna visit you too.
You gotta pay for the things you put me through.
I hope you do, I hope you do.
I hope your hell is filled with magazines,
And on every page you see a big picture of me.
And under every picture a caption should read:
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me.
For all the times you said:
I got your back.
For all the times you stabbed me.
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride.
For all the pain I held down deep inside.
Things are lookin’ up for me now.
It seems like Karma’s makin’ its rounds.
It’s my turn now, won’t be held down, no.
Karma’s gonna visit you too.
You gotta pay for the things you put me through.
I hope you do, I hope you do.
I hope your hell is filled with magazines,
And on every page you see a big picture of me.
And under every picture a caption should read:
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me.
Needed to make me weak to help you feel stronger
I know your bitches think I’m somewhere dying inside.
Oh yeah, poor Tina, she went home
She couldn’t take it no longer
But I’m right here
I’m right here
I’m right here
I hope your hell is filled with magazines,
And on every page you see a big picture of me.
And under every picture a caption should read:
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me.