| You've seen her at a party, she's doing her rounds* | |
| She likes to get it started, she likes to get loud | |
| She's poppin that champagne, she's taking shots down | |
| She's living for the moment | |
| She's a time bomb, trying to take you out, | |
| The ticking of her heart is the only sound | |
| She's a time bomb, about to detonate | |
| You try to cut her wires but you're way too late | |
| Whisky stain on her dress now, she's wearing it proud | |
| And there's nothing you can tell her, cuz she's starting to shout | |
| Now she's spraying that champagne, all over the crowd | |
| She's living for the moment | |
| She's a time bomb, trying to take you out, | |
| The ticking of her heart is the only sound | |
| She's a time bomb, about to detonate | |
| You try to cut her wires but you're way too late |