Cat's droolin' on the bar stool, shake your hips and crack your whips
Cheap seventeen and trashed out, you went too far, been a cadela, puta you are
Your reputation's in the bathroom, it's on the mural and down the hall
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
Play nice, then stick them with your knife, take off your insecure disguise
Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs, is that you
(Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs) Is that you, lookin' half way dead
Write on the mirror with your lipstick, much too vain, got scattered...
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