Songtekst:
Here we go I’m hanging out in Camden
Drinking with my girlfriend on a Saturday night
This guy says “Come and meet my girlfriend
She’s sitting in a 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, with 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 favorite subject is sex
I don’t even think he really wanted it,
But Christ, this guy’s too much
(I want to tell him)
I’m as human as the next girl
I like a bit of flattery
But I don’t need your practiced 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 ‘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, till 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 morror for adoring himself
Here’s seven years bad luck
(I want to tell him)
When you say you love me,
You’re just flattering your vanity
But I don’t need your practiced 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’ll 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
Drinking with my girlfriend on a Saturday night
This guy says “Come and meet my girlfriend
She’s sitting in a 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, with 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 favorite subject is sex
I don’t even think he really wanted it,
But Christ, this guy’s too much
(I want to tell him)
I’m as human as the next girl
I like a bit of flattery
But I don’t need your practiced 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 ‘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, till 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 morror for adoring himself
Here’s seven years bad luck
(I want to tell him)
When you say you love me,
You’re just flattering your vanity
But I don’t need your practiced 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’ll 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
