Chris Stein - Rip Her to Shreds lyrics

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