Bad Reputation

Duration

3:45

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

Annie was your home-girl, had a little room to grow I caught her by the jungle gym, sliding down from a pole I asked her if she liked to swing, she said that she’d try anything From that moment on, I was whipped and couldn’t leave her alone When high-school came, there’s Annie typing on her phone She had her hair in a mess, white dress, and a ring in her nose Pulled out her cherry, lolli-pop, and that’s when I felt my heart stop Kissin’ on my neck in the bathroom, my head was ready to blow It’s just the way you swing those hips around Looking for someone new to fix your lips around You’re the talk of the town, the one you’ve been sleepin’ around She got a real bad reputation, but a taste that’s sweeping the nation She’s the choice of a whole generation She dropped out of school, tryin’ to make her life on her own I heard she had a kid, and her boyfriend hit the road With red-lipstick, turning her tricks, but I still need to get my fix Right now she’s hung-over, busy cleaning up her broken home Those high-heeled boots still got the boys all over the road Look out boys: here she comes. Sure to chew you up, but never let you down Look out girls: here she comes; You ever wonder why your man ain’t never around? So (keep on dancin’, dancing’) Swingin’ those hips around; I hear you even turn the ladies on Keep on dancing’ I’m makin’ all the fellas jealous when I hit the acapella, but I never meant to ruin your game Had my chance at the high school dance, but she drank too much hard lemonade So tell your girl you’re working late because you need another taste She gonna fill her trash with roses, add a box of Chardonnay See, a girl is used to having her way, she’ll chew you up and spit you out What is all the fuss about? CHORUS Words & Music by Bobby Doran Copyright 2009. Bobby Doran Music