Rip Her To Shreds

Hey, psst psst, here she comes now
Oh you know her, Would you look at that hair
Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes
She looks like she's stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues
She looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr
Her nose job is real Atomic
All she needs is an old knife scar
Ehh, she's so dull - come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull - come on rip her to shreds
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera-Vogue on parade
Red eye-shadow, Green mascara, Yuk, she's too much!
She looks like she don't know better
A case of PARTIAL EXTREME
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a SOAP OPERA QUEEN
Ehh, She's so dull come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull come on rip her to shreds
She's got the nerve to tell me she's not "on it"
But her expression is too serene
Yeah, she looks like she washes with comet
Always looking to CREATE A SCENE
Ehh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, rip her to shreds, she's so dull, rip her to shreds
Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her Vera Vogue on parade
Yeah, you know her with the fish-eating-grin,
She's so dul l- yeah, she got the nerve to tell me
Huh - She's so dull, Hey, there she goes now,
She's making out with King-Kong,
She takes her boat to Hong-Kong.
Well bye-bye sugar and not a minute too soon!

Written by Deborah Harry & Chris Stein
track no.8 on the album
"Blondie"