Dirty Boys
it actualy kinda makes my day
everytime you leave you slam the door
you pick your words so carefully
you hate to think your hurting me
you leave me laughing on the floor coz
I dont give it up, I dont give a damn
what u say bout that
you know i dont give it up, i dont give a damn
what u say bout that
you know im not gonna cry
bout some stupid guy, a guy who thinks he`s all that
I thought we were just hangin out
so why did ya kiss me on the mouth
you thought the way you taste would get me high
you went to all your
Beauty School Dropout
Your story's sad to tell,
A teenage ne'er-do-well
Most mixed-up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your career now?
Can't even get a trade-in on your smock.
(Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Beauty School Dropout,
No graduation day for you
Beauty School Droupout,
Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo
Well, at least you could have taken time
To wash and clean your clothes up
After spendin' all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up,
Baby, get movin',
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you provin'?
You got the dream but not the drive!
If you go for your diploma
You could join a stenopool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school.
Beauty School Droupout,
Hangin' around the corner store,
Beauty School Droupout,
It's about time you knew the score.
Now they couldn't teach you anything,
You think you're such a looker,
But no customer would go to you
Unless she was a hooker.
Baby, don't sweat it,
You're not cut out to hold a job,
Better forget it.
Who wants their hair done by a slob?
Now your bangs are curled,
Your lashes twirled,
But still the world is cruel.
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school.
***Baby, you blew it,
You put my good advice to shame.
How could you do it?
Betcha Dear Abby'd say the same.
Guess there's no way to get through to you,
No matter who may try.
Might as well go back to that malt shop in the sky.