You don't really wanna know me do ya No you'd rather overthrow me it's alright I can see it in your mannered lack of manners Thirty-something can be one big high school I knew that before I came here But tonight I don't care Line them up, line them up Knock them down, knock them down Words we used to light the fuse Girls hating girls Line them up, line them up Knock them down, knock them down Seen your kind a thousand times Girls hating girls All the ones you wanna tear you down Always "coulda woulda shoulda's" It's alright, I don't blame you for the mannered lack of manners But I'm not in the demolition business So you take your party elsewhere Cause tonight I don't care Line them up, line them up Knock them down, knock them down Words we used to light the fuse Girls hating girls Line them up, line them up Knock them down, knock them down Game of crying, a waste of time Girls hating girls When you've got lovely friends like these I ask you, who needs enemies? You shoot to kill, I aim to please You don't really wanna know me, do ya? Girls hating girls Line them up, line them up Knock them down, knock them down Words we used to light the fuse Girls hating girls Line them up Girls hating girls