The school bell rang one morning,
I followed her to the bathroom.
I stood there watching,
She didn't have a clue.
She's so concerned now with her lipstick shade.
I think the red colour covers her shame,
But she's overwhelming,
I'm scared of her.
All rise, girls with the pink jackets.
All sigh, the boss is back at it.
Ask why, no one is asking it.
You look the same.
You're so concerned now with her lipstick shade.
You hate the colour but you're just two faced.
Prom queen so keen to ruin everyone's life.
She walked from the mirror
As I took her place,
I saw what could have killed her:
A version of my face.
All rise, girls with the pink jackets.
All sigh, the boss is back at it.
Ask why, no one is asking it.
You look the same.
That's why we say:
Hell is a teenage girl.
Hell is a teenage girl.
All rise, girls with the pink jackets.
All sigh, the boss is back at it.
Ask why, no one is asking it.
You look the god damn same.
Hell is a teenage girl.
Hell is a teenage girl.