They say the apple doesn't fall far from tree

I knew she was right when she said that to me

A little Birdy went tweet, tweet, tweet~ 

I never knew a secret could be so sweet 

Served on a silver platter~ 

The more words she said just made me madder

The boy has something on me.. 

But I have way more dignity..

I'm severed, not a servant

You do as I say

I'm a boss not manager

Why can't you manage all that

I'm on top and your below,

I call the shots, you know, you know

You can call me princess if you wanna, but you know better than that.. 

I was lowest, of the low

The gum on the bottom of your shoe

But the plate i owned went silver to gold

And then i was on top

Served on a gold platter

The words she said just washed over me

The boy was on his knees

And i have claimed victory

I'm severed, not a servant

You do as I say

I'm a boss not manager

Why can't you manage all that

I'm on top and your below,

I call the shots, you know, you know

You can call me princess if you wanna, but you know better than that.. 

But you know better than that

The gold was turning to rust 

It was at its final day

You learn that number one isn't all it made 

You fall back on your knees, being taken over with defeat

And now your crumbling

You serve, you're a servant

You bow down on your knee

Your a manager not a boss

You can't be bossy

Your below the top

And this is what you got

You can call me a princess, cause you know that's who I'm meant to be. 

And I'll rise

And I'll rise

And I'll rise

And you'll be on your knees.