hey little party girl where do you wanna go i didnâ so many people i should know like every door guy in this city only lets you in cuz youâ and the boutique girls and theme night druggies take you in the back (you put your head on the mirror) maybe threes a gas station open and a little money on my card so i can buy some half and half cuz even mornings they seem so hard and look at you, you never fell to bed youâ w/ yer cigarette saying i should stop being so cynical weâ (so smash yer head on the mirror) and ooooh baby baby baby keeps it with her ooh baby baby, babies got a purse full of things she calls excuses real pretty pretty youâ