She likes to drink
But she don't like those boys' whiskey colas
That's why she brings
A flask in her purse for vodka sodas
She's not a fan
She just enjoys the entertainment
Knows how to get just what she wants
Oh, I can't explain it
Somethin bout
The lack of color in the clothes she wears
Oh, what the fuck's she doin here
I think secretly
You increasingly
Need everyone's approval
Just like your mother
See, it seems to me
You strategically
Wear black but I suspect
That pink's your favorite color
She's got a bad attitude
Under her perfume
Her berry lips invite you in
But they're no good for you
And she can't hear your sob story
Cuz her music's way too loud
Oh wow
The boys are freakin out
Somethin with
Her lack of interest in having friends
Oh, how the fuck did she get in
I think secretly
You increasingly
Need everyone's approval
Just like your mother
See, it seems to me
You strategically
Wear black but I suspect
That pink's your favorite color
Oh
Oh
Oh
Pink's your favorite color
Oh
Oh
Oh
Pink's your favorite color
I think secretly
You increasingly
Need everyone's approval
Just like your mother
See, it seems to me
You strategically
Wear black but I suspect
That pink's your favorite color
