My daddy said Keep a cool head Don't let those pretty boys own you Don't let them in your bed
Everyone knows How the river of talk does flow They'll make you weep And you'll reap what they sew
The golden rule You'll never learn in school Boys can be mean But girls are downright cruel
You're gonna make 'em pay, you're gonna make 'em pay You'll have the last word today
Your daddy said Walk away instead Don't let those petty girls throw you Don't let them in your head
A small town spell Your living hell It's a story we've all heard before But you won't live to tell
You're gonna make 'em pay, you're gonna make 'em pay You've had the last word today
Back from school you walk alone Empty street and no one's home They weaved their stories, spread their lies Give up the fight but keep your pride
No dances on a starry night Prom dresses in red and black It ain't right, it ain't rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
