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 bitch you are 

Your reputation's in the bathroom, it's on the wall 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 brains 

You used me just enough to get off, act your age, get off your stage 



When you know, you always get the boys you like 

Play nice, then stick them with your knife, take off your insecure disguise 



Chorus: 

Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs, is that you 

(Is that you, crawlin' up my stairs) 

Is that you, lookin' half way dead, is that you 

(Is that you, lookin' half way dead) Is that you, with your long black hair 



You always get the boys you like, play nice, then stick them with your knife 

You always get the boys you like, play nice, then stick them with your knife 

Take off your insecure disguise 



Chorus repeats out