From the recording Chronicles of Jane: Vol. 1
Lyrics
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
She’s the type of girl who scratches love on her arm
She’ll try to lure you in with all her sugar and charm
Her empty heart will tease your own
Her melodies will make you moan
She’s everything you want her to be
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
She’s the type of girl who will drive you insane
quick to point the finger, she’ll find someone else to blame.
Her wings are heavy, she’ll never go far
Her bloodshot eyes won’t make her a star
She’s everything you want her to be
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
He comes around every now and then
He makes us hot, but then he leaves us again
now he’s back, and here’s our revenge..
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!
Whoa, Oh, Oh, Whoa!