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Cats 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 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 Letras de cancionesYou 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 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 From Letras Mania