I don’t wanna tarnish your perception of the truth
So sure and provable
I don’t wanna ruin your impression of my vibe—
Serene with shades of kind

But underneath
I’m murderous and wild

I would never call out any member of my crew
We’re quite a covert few
Quietly we spin a shiny silver web of dreams
We carry out our schemes

‘Cause underneath
We’re masterminds of style
You know the drill
Just typical girl shit

I recall the summer of tenth grade
Two girls ensnared me in a maze
Cornered me and labelled me a liar
I caved and sold out with a smile

But all the while
I grew a spine of steel
You know the drill
Just typical girl shit

I remember how you’d roll your eyes
You’d sigh and tell me you were mine
Killing me the way you killed my time
A decade fallen by the wayside

But all the while
I grew a spine of steel
You know the drill
Just typical girl shit
You know the drill
Just typical girl shit