Those three girls; strutting through the school,
With their blonde hair and bright almond eyes -
Could break the hearts of any oblivious fool,
That doesn't have the brain to see through the disguise.
With charcoal mascara and cotton candy lips,
They walk through the school with ashen smiles,
Marching arm in arm; they shake their hips,
And all the little girls envy their heartless style.
The guys all turn their heads; they stop to stare,
Watching them walk away; tongues hang out,
And those three bimbos; they flip their hair,
Knowing how to play their petty game without -
Falling in love; they'll never surrender their empty hearts,
So they stand; they're the leaders of this scene,
And the guys by their sides slowly fall apart,
Never knowing that they're as fake as Halloween.
