Feeling ruthless like a rude guest
Ruthless, we're in the corner
Like flowers on the wall growing really small
Really small, really small, really small
They're all s**ers for a chick who really rocks it hard
We're all s**ers for Ruthie
Don't they remember how we said, "She's gonna be a star"?
We'll be pining for Ruthie
Hanging around, giving too much away
Maybe we should go now, go now
This is a test but it seems as if her best
Just isn't good enough
We're all gushing but I swear we really mean it, man
We're all s**ing up to Ruthie
We're all licking at the blood, comes from her playing hand
We all wish we were Ruthie
We're all s**ers for a girl who can really play guitar
We're all s**ers for Ruthie
We're all crying for like pack up and get in the car
We're all dying for Ruthie