What's up with you, girl? Yeah, I know, you're such a superstar Does it make you feel like you really made it When you leave me hanging like this? Well, I'm not gonna make the first move If you don't even give a goddamn God damn, what's happened to our friendship? Like, I miss you all the time, all the time, all the time, but Girl, don't you do me wrong Girl, don't you do me harm Girl, don't you do me wrong Girl, you do you Don't do me wrong, girl Shit, I can't even score an RSVP To the balls you throw for charity Say I'll distract from all the tragedies Don't do me wrong, girl Why do you crop me out of all of our pics? You make me call you through your publicist! It breaks my heart I don't mean to be bitter I just feel a little insecure But when you send me love from your podium It does help to reassure I know my survival is like, so boring But I've got nothing else to give And if you came calling, honey Oh, I'd come running back Every time, although... Girl, don't you do me wrong Girl, don't you do me harm Girl, don't you do me wrong Girl, you do you