I'm just a girl who used to loaf at a Toronto art school
Skipped college, joined a band, made out with boys I liked to talk to
They told me to turn myself into another indie-pop star
F-that, I'm just gonna be me, they can be whatever they are
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I'm over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
So over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go
Boys in the band, just like their dads, give us advice on punk rock
Said we'd do better if we quit writing about all the girl stuff
Gonna play the Pontiac, the Roseland, and the Bovine Sex Club
Then we'll be coming back, I wanna see everyone put their hands up
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I'm over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
So over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go
I'll kick you to the curb
I'm more than you deserve
Hang on my every word
Hang on my every word
I'm a pro-professional
We are all professional
I'm a pro-professional
(Professional, professional, professional!)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I'm over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
So over it
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Let's go