| Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
 This guy says, "come and
                                    meet my girlfriend"
 She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight
 So I say "hello" and I try to be nice
 But
                                    I see he's feeling itchy
 Trying to play us off each other
 "Girls, girls, please don't fight"
 (you get the picture)
 Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
 Telling me that women are superior to men
 Most guys just don't appreciate
                                    this
 You just try convincing me you're better than them
 So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul
 And his
                                    favourite subject is sex
 I don't think he even really wanted it
 But, Christ, this guy's too much
 (I wanna tell
                                    him)
 I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery
 But I don't need your practised lines, your school of
                                    charm mentality so
 Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
 When it comes to men like you,
                                    I know the score, I've heard it all before
 (Here comes the next one)
 Blondie was with me for a summer
 He flirted
                                    like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
 I'm weak and he was so persistent
 He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
 Oh God, the boy had such an ego
 He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
 You think you're such a ladykiller
 But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light
 When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
 And
                                    he's watching his reflection
 I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
 Here's seven years' bad luck
 (I wanna
                                    tell him)
 When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
 But I don't need your practised lines, your
                                    school of charm mentality so
 Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
 When it comes to
                                    men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before
 Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that
                                    you're in there
 Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh
 You think you're such
                                    a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror
 Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where
                                    he's coming from and we know the score.
      
                                    
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