Sluts
They're the girls whose names are scribbled
On the bathroom stalls.
You can find their numbers scratched into
The phone booth walls.
Everybody whispers when they
Pass them in the halls.
They call them...
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
They're the girls who want to do
The things you want to do.
You've heard all the rumors but you
Don't know if they're true.
Then you see them in the hallways
Making eyes at you.
You know they're...
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
Everything inside you says it's time for you to score
Now you want to grab a hold of one and do it on the floor
They're the kind of girls who make you
Glad that you're a man.
That's the way it's been forever,
Since the world began.
You want to satisfy them, but you
Don't know if you can.
And they're just...
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
Sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
Why the people label them i've
Never understood.
Just because they do things
People don't think that they should.
Can't the people see that they're just
Doing what feels good?
And they're just...
Sluts, sluts, sluts
Sluts, sluts, sluts
Just talking 'bout, just talking 'bout sluts...