Ladykillers

Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden

Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night

This guy says, "Come and meet my girlfriend"

She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight

So I say, "Hello" and I try to be nice

But I see he's feeling itchy

Trying to play us off each other

"Girls, girls, please don't fight"

You get the picture

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair

Telling me that women are superior to men

Most guys just don't appreciate this

You just try convincing me you're better than them

So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul

And his favorite subject is sex

I don't even think he even wanted it

But, Christ this guy's too much

I wanna tell him

I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery

But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so

Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more

When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Here comes the next one

Blondie was with me for a summer

He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite

I'm weak and he was so persistent

He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight

Oh God, the boy had such an ego

He liked to talk about himself all day and all night

You think you're such a ladykiller

But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light

When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself

And he's watching his reflection

I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself

Here's seven years bad luck

I wanna tell him

When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity

But I don't need your practiced lines your

Your school of charm mentality so

Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more

When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner

Thinking that you're in there

Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister

Call it what you will, oh

You'll think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there

Posing in the mirror

Hey girls, he's such a lady killer, but we know where he's coming from

And we know the score