He makes his way out your front door
Into the crowd to be seen no more
You're not what he had in mind
And he doesn't have the time
To him you're just an easy score
And you'll ask your self why
All the stupid boys
Treat their girls like toys
Makes them feel like men
We should murder them
Now you have become so cynical
You're dying to hear; "oh darling you're beautiful"
He's on the prowl you're whoring it out
While that skirt screams come validate me now
We don't know the words but we're still singing
We'll catch you out for what you are
