We can talk about boys for hours
And how we think they are so hot...

This is for us four girls
The ones you wanna be...

It's the start of getting over him
And I'll give you a few tips...

You wear your thick-rimmed glasses
And you wear the shortest pants...

I love my not-so-perfect body
I love my frustrating hair...

She'll go into the shower
The black make-up starts to run...

You see someone happy
But, I'm big and that's that...

Do you really love me
Or is it all a lie...

We're going back to the old days
Where we were best friends...

Everytime I turn my back
You always put in a knife...

You can see behind the smile
You can see behind the tears...

I've found real love finally
It's love and it is true...