| Cat’s droolin’on the bar stool, shake your hips and crack your whips
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| Cheap seventeen and trashed out, you went too far, been a bitch you are
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| Your reputation’s in the bathroom, it’s on the wall and down the hall
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| I hear you’re cheatin’with my teacher after school, tell me what you do When you know, you always get the boys you like
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| Play nice, then stick them with your knife, take off your insecure disguise
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| Is that you, crawlin’up my stairs, is that you
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| (Is that you, crawlin’up my stairs) Is that you, lookin’half way dead
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| Write on the mirror with your lipstick, much too vain, got scattered brains
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| You used me just enough to get off, act your age, get off your stage
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| When you know, you always get the boys you like
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| Play nice, then stick them with your knife, take off your insecure disguise
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| Is that you, crawlin’up my stairs, is that you
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| (Is that you, crawlin’up my stairs)
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| Is that you, lookin’half way dead, is that you
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| (Is that you, lookin’half way dead) Is that you, with your long black hair
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| You always get the boys you like, play nice, then stick them with your knife
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| You always get the boys you like, play nice, then stick them with your knife
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| Take off your insecure disguise
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| chorus repeats out |