B.F.G.F.

Girl, you think you’re right all the time No matter how despicable the crime You’re a walking, talking B.O.M.B I guess you just weren’t made for monogamy When your lips move, you’re lying You talk all the time The queen of the soap op Rocking the soap box A mouth full of wine A scratch on the spine She's my best friend's girlfriend But he's not her only one She says, "C'est la vie" Not sure what that means I can't believe she’s my best friend's girl She says, "C'est la vie I keep him happy And what’s it to ya, I'm your best friend's girl" I wish I did not mean to be mean But when I dance in this direction I feel light on my feet If I’m an asshole, that’s cool As long as you know it I’m the happiest prick this side of Detroit When your lips move, you’re lying You talk all the time The queen of the soap op Rocking the soap box A mouth full of wine A scratch on the spine She's my best friend's girlfriend But he's not her only one She says, "C'est la vie" Not sure what that means I can't believe she’s my best friend's girl She says, "C'est la vie I keep him happy And what’s it to ya, I'm your best friend's girl" She’s my best friend’s girlfriend The night’s young She’s doing what she does best Sweating in the back of a Cutlass Here she comes Here she comes Baby, here she comes Put your back in Baby, put you back in Put your back in Baby put your back into it Put your back in Baby, put your back in Put your back in Get it on She says, "C'est la vie" Not sure what that means I can't believe she’s my best friend's girl She says, "C'est la vie I keep him happy And what’s it to ya, I'm your best friend's girlfriend" With your hips and your painted lips You’ve got the boys on the avenue craning their necks And when you come to see him, he's a nervous wreck No, you don’t need a service job to bring in the tips She's my best friend's girlfriend