Lyrics: Queen

Little short skirt with a big attitude
She wants to be a model
Wants to be on the tube
Yeah,
It's one thing or another
Shes a trouble trouble
Watch out if your near
She can bring you to tears
Shes got two boyfriends
And three wannabees
They follow her around like shes Aphrodite
Shes number one rated
But shes already jaded
And shes following the trends
In her mercedes bends
Everyone wants to know her name
Walking down the hall shes every guys dream
I hate the homecoming queen
I'm pretty damn sure
That she can't stand me
She thinks shes on the cover of a magazine
I hate the homecoming queen
Tonight
That's right
Non fat sugar free mochachinies
She says "give it to me now you can keep the receipts"
Drinking one after the other
Shes a trouble trouble
Tossing back her hair and she just don't care
Everyone wants to play her game
Walking down the street shes every guys dream

I hate the homecoming queen
I'm pretty damn sure
That she can't stand me
She thinks shes on the cover of a magazine
I hate the homecoming queen
Tonight
Thats right
She gets everything she asks for
Buts shes some how always wanting more
Little short skirt with a big attitude
She wants to be a model
Wants to be on the tube
Yeah,
It's one thing or another
Shes trouble trouble
Watch out if your near
She can bring you to tears
I hate the homecoming queen
I'm pretty damn sure
That she can't stand me
She thinks shes on the cover of a magazine
I hate the homecoming queen
I hate the homecoming queen
I'm pretty damn sure
That she can't stand me
She thinks shes on the cover of a magazine
I hate the homecoming queen
Tonight
Thats right