Had me in the palm, had me in the palm of your hand
But you still throw me down to see how I land
And I'm that type of bitch, running to my next heartbreak
But you still pull me 'round to see what I'll take
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Whoa-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
I'm that type of bitch, always gotta dry her eyes
'Cause someone said something that I didn't like
And maybe I've been catching, maybe I've been catching good days
When you're sweet to me like lemonade (uh, uh, uh)
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Whoa-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Damn, you're good when you say you love me
Damn, you're good when you give me nothing
Damn, you're good when you say you love me
Damn, you're good when you give me nothing (aow!)
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down (ah, ah)
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out, oh
Whoa-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being
Whoa-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down, mmh