After class the tough girls gang in the hallway
Talking loud and looking sour
Saying how they could write something
Good as he did
For what they know about men like that
What they have had to put up with from those
Pouty faced mommie boy types nobody can please
Should be sewed in the lining of your coat
Telling you how they’ve got it figured
But maybe just hand me a match
hold it to the wall like this
Let you read it for yourself
Hey, Debbie, they’re going to hate you when you won’t.
And they’re going to hate you when you do.
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