Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ricki-Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricki-Lee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nikki Gregoroff
Producer
Paul Weinberg
Producer
Lyrics
I'll send a postcard from every stop,
straight to you just to piss you off
And I hope that you see a whole lotta me
in every magazine on radio and tv
Uh oh
I used to be kind, and care about you,
But now you can kiss my behind
After everything you did to me,
I didn't know revenge could taste so sweet
Chorus
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!
You think that I'm cold when I call you a creep,
But all your other names would only get bleeped
No I'll never go back to what we used to be
Cause what we used to be was just a prison for me
Uh Oh
I used to be kind and care about you,
But now you can kiss my behind
After everything you did to me
Who woulda thought revenge could taste so sweet?
Chorus
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!
London Bridge falling down,
Moulin Rouge and Eiffel Tower
Broadway got my tattoo
It's got nothing to do with you
Lost in Tokyo, trashed in Mexico
Caught dancing in the nude
Wish I could say I miss you!
Chorus
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!
(repeat)
Writer(s): Ricki Lee Coulter, Nikki Gregoroff, David Weinberg
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