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
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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) 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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Chorus:
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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
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Is That You?
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| Kiss |
