You showed up to my mama's house, drunk on a Sunday
We went to church and you pulled through with a mickey and a dime bag
You tried hitting on my father, you drank wine from the bottle
You showed up late to my grandma's wave, higher than a satellite
Sent all the children crying to their moms, said kids were all gonna die
You like stepping on my problems, with your red bottom shoes
There's a special place in hell for girls like you
You
You gotta ping us through the roof, blame it on your generation
You hate the Beatles just because you think they're overrated
You'll never meet the queen, let's just still make the news
There's a special place in hell for girls like you
You
You
You
You
I guess the devil wears powder
She cares for the drama
There's a special place in hell for girls like you
I know you'll never be proper
I know you'll never be proper
I know you'll never be proper
I know you'll never be proper

So I bother trying to change your view
And there's a special place in hell for girls like you
And there's a special place in hell for girls like you
And there's a special place in hell for girls like you