B.F.G.F.

Girl you think you’re right all the time

No matter how despicable the crime

You’re a walking, talking B.O.M.B

I guess you just weren’t made for monogamy

When your lips move you’re lying

You talk all the time

The queen of the soap op

Rocking the soap box

A mouth full of wine

A scratch on the spine

She’s my best friend’s girlfriend

But he’s not her only one

She says C'est la vie

Not sure what that means

I can’t believe she’s my best friend’s girl

She says C’est la vie

I keep him happy

And what’s it to ya, I’m your best friend’s girl

I wish I did not mean to be mean

But when I dance in this direction I feel light on my feet

If I’m an asshole

That’s cool

As long as you know it

I’m the happiest prick this side of Detroit

When your lips move you’re lying

You talk all time

The queen of the soap op

Rocking the soap box

A mouth full of wine

A scratch on the spine

She’s my best friend’s girlfriend

But he’s not her only one

She says C’est la vie

Not sure what that means

I can’t believe she’s my best friend’s girl

She says C’est la vie

I keep him happy

And what’s it to ya, I’m your best friend’s girl

She’s my best friend’s girlfriend

The night’s young

She’s doing what she does best

Sweating in the back of a cutlass

Here she comes

Here she comes

Baby here she comes

Put your back in

Baby put you back in

Put your back in

Baby put your back into it

Put your back in

Baby put your back in

Put your back in

Get it on

She say’s C’est la vie

Not sure what that means

I can’t believe she’s my best friend’s girl

She say’s C’est la vie

I keep him happy

And what’s it to ya, I ‘m you’re best friends girlfriend

With your hips and your painted lips

You’ve got the boys on the avenue craning their necks

And when you come to see him he’s a nervous wreck

No you don’t need a service job to bring in the tips

She’s my best friend’s girlfriend