I'm just a girl who used to loathe 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)
(So over it!)
I know better than to bite that bait
I've got my hands in my pockets
And a grin on my face
I've played in every room
Did whatever it takes
To see a man's worst fear is being replaced
And when I walk a city solo
I wonder if you'll ever know-know
What it's like to be a hoe-hoe
But I don't really give a fuck though
(Professional!) Let's go!
(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