There she was my new best friend. High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind, while she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down, her little bambi eyes: "how i hate those guys.”
Teachers said we'd never make it out alive.
This is what makes us girls: We don't look for heaven and we put love first. Don't you know we'd die for it? It's a curse. Don't cry about it, don't cry about it.
This is what makes us girls: We don't stick together 'cause we put love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him, It's all gonna happen.
And that's where the beginning of the end begun, everybody knew that we had too much fun. We were skippin' school and drinkin'.
Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops, screaming, “get us while we're hot”, “we don't give a what!”. They were the only friends I ever had. We got into trouble and stuff got bad.