Worse Than a Girl

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Mmm, mmm,

mmm, mmm, mmm. She's got a shimmer,

a perfect blow. A laugh that makes the hallway flow. But she's no

fool, she's seen it all. The jock with a swagger

standing tall. She says, "Yes," they're hand in hand. But his words

hit her like quicksand. He's got more creams than she's ever owned.

Hair products stacked, his routine's home. Talks about his nails, his perfect tan.

Oh, no. Oh, no, he's worse than