Texty: Boomkat. Rip her to Shreds (Blondie Cover).

Hey, here she comes now

Oh, you know her
Would ya look at that hair?
Yeah, you know her
Check out those shoes

She looks like she stepped out
Of the middle of somebody's blues
She looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr

Her nose job is real atomic
All she needs is an old knife scar

Ehh, she's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her
'Miss Groupie Supreme'
Yeah you know her
'Vera Vogue' on parade

Red eye shadow
Green mascara
Yuck, she's too much

She looks like she don't know better
A case of partial extreme
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a soap opera queen

Ehh, she's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds

She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it
But her expression is too serene
Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet
Always looking to create a scene

Ehh, she's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull
Come on rip her to shreds

She's so dull
Rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her
Miss. Groupie Supreme
Yeah, you know her
Vera vogue on parade

Yeah, you know her
With the fish eating grin

She's so dull
Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me
Huh, she's so dull
Yeah, there she goes now

She's making out with King Kong
She take her boat to Hong Kong
Well, bye, bye, sugar
And not a minute too soon