Remember how we used to party up all night?
Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life
Drinking in the small town firelight
Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice.
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the street as they whistle, hi, hi!
Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we'd never make it out alive.
There she was: my new best friend.
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
When she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down
Her little bambi eyes: Lana, how I hate those guys.
This is what makes us girls:
We all look for heaven and we put love first.
Something that we'd die for.
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' on the job
With the boss.
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Baby's table dancin' at the local dive.
Cheerin' our names in the pink spotlight
Drinkin' cherry schnapps in the velvet night.
Y'know we used to go break in
To the hotel pool, glimmering we'd swim.
Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops
Screaming, get us while were hot"
"Get us while were hot.
This is what makes us girls:
We all look for heaven and we put love first.
Something we'd die for. 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.
The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen.
Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean.
A freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens.
And you know something?
They were the only friends I ever had.
We got into trouble and when stuff got bad
I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform
Crying ‘cause I know I'm never comin' back.
This is what makes us girls:
We all look for heaven and we put love first.
Something we'd die for. 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.

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