Sluts!

sluts
 they're the girls whose names are scribbled
 on the bathroom stalls.
 you can find their numbers scratched into
 the phone booth walls.
 everybody whispers when they
 pass them in the halls.
 they call them...
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
 they're the girls who want to do
 the things you want to do.
 you've heard all the rumors but you
 don't know if they're true.
 then you see them in the hallways
 making eyes at you.
 you know they're...
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
 everything inside you says it's time for you to score
 now you want to grab a hold of one and do it on the floor
 they're the kind of girls who make you
 glad that you're a man.
 that's the way it's been forever,
 since the world began.
 you want to satisfy them, but you
 don't know if you can.
 and they're just...
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everywhere they go they're
 sluts, sluts, sluts – everybody knows that
 why the people label them i've
 never understood.
 just because they do things
 people don't think that they should.
 can't the people see that they're just
 doing what feels good?
 and they're just...
 sluts, sluts, sluts
 sluts, sluts, sluts
 just talking 'bout, just talking 'bout sluts...