Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda blind Got tequila on my t-shirt, desperation on my mind In just a couple days now I’ll be turning seventeen And I got this little streak in me that’s twenty times mean
Dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for Don’t like parties but they get me drunk And my ship’ll come in before I’m sunk
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda stewed And the drug that fills my system puts me in a reckless mood Wanna drink a little rum and have a lot of sex Doing everything the opposite that dear old Dad expects
Gonna dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for Don’t like parties but they get me laid And I’m off no better if I left or stayed
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda trashed Somebody found a six-pack that he didn’t know he’d stashed Said I’d fuck him for a Mickey, said I’d fuck him for a light Won’t be the only actress at this curtain call tonight
Secret smile in his eyes, a bonfire in his hair And the lace upon the push-up bra reminds me why it’s there It’s early in the morning and the sky is turning grey And I’m punching in his ticket ’cause it’s Sadie Hawkins Day
Dress it up, baby — this girl’s no lady And she doesn’t want to be ignored Heart like granite — where’s the vodka, dammit? When I’m stone cold sober I’m stone cold bored
Dress it up more like a high school whore Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but I feel all right And I be back again tomorrow night