Do you check my Facebook profile?
Are you looking at my Snapchat?
Am I going through your dreams?
Do you check my Twitter feed?
All I want to know, do you think of me?
Yeah, I wanna spend the night with you
I wanna feel something, anything for once
Don't you turn around, don't take me home
'Cause I pinky promise you, I'm grown
And I wanna know what it feels like, ah
If only what you wrote in my yearbook was true
Then I wouldn't be stuck in fucking cell block two
But I don't regret what I've done
'Cause, in the end, it was fun
Girl, hanging with Bratmobile
If I can't hit those high notes, l'll just squeal 'em
Into the crowd, it's where I belong
Undercover feminine punk rock called riot girl