Look at that girl, She is a pretty girl, And she walks with her brown hair down the street Look at that dress, She has a brand new dress, And nobody thought that she could be so sweet With her shorty hair she pass you by You think she would stay but Why? Why damn you always think you right? You pass for her and you can't believe That your little girl now is so sweet but she doesn't want you anymore She locked your door. oh, oh, oh, oh Look at that boy, He used to be a pretty boy And all the girls wanted to be his "sweet" Now, look at that pants He got a tight pants And acting and looking this way his seems so gay with his funk hair he pass her by she know it's wrong but she can't hide Why do all the wrong things seems so right? You pass for her, she can't believe that her pretty boy now look like this She really doesn't want you anymore She locked your door. oh oh oh oh oh!