| Girls Are you ready? | |
| Every time | |
| I go out I, | |
| I, I Seeing you cannot hide, hide, hide | |
| Whispering all around, round, round | |
| I can never escape that sound, sound, sound | |
| You have me on your mind | |
| All of the time | |
| Get in trouble now | |
| Say our thoughts out loud | |
| There are no boys allowed | |
| Cuz you know girls, yeah | |
| They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Girls They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We're decked out in glitter | |
| And my sparks short and fitted | |
| And my heals out of control | |
| Queen of fist bump and foam | |
| My lips bright and pink | |
| Yeah, they're stabbing at me | |
| And they think we don't see | |
| So I step back and wink | |
| Girls Now you keep blowing up my phone, phone, phone | |
| Trying to get in my zone, zone, zone | |
| Spreading rumors and speaking lies, lies, lies | |
| Not gonna like what | |
| I'll reply, reply, reply | |
| You have me on your mind | |
| All of the time | |
| Get in trouble now | |
| Say our thoughts out loud | |
| There are no boys allowed | |
| Cuz you know girls, yeah | |
| They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Girls They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We're decked out in glitter | |
| And my sparks short and fitted | |
| And my heals out of control | |
| Queen of fist bump and foam | |
| My lips bright and pink | |
| Yeah, they're stabbing at me | |
| And they think we don't see | |
| So I step back and wink | |
| Girls Say ou, ah, na-na-na | |
| Keep saying that blah blah blah | |
| Little giggling ha-ha-ha | |
| Keep giving that la-de-da | |
| Say ou, ah, na-na-na | |
| Keep saying that blah blah blah | |
| Little giggling ha-ha-ha | |
| Keep giving that la-de-da | |
| You know girls, yeah | |
| They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Girls They be talking | |
| Oh, girls | |
| They be talking | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We're decked out in glitter | |
| And my sparks short and fitted | |
| And my heals out of control | |
| Queen of fist bump and foam | |
| My lips bright and pink | |
| Yeah, they're stabbing at me | |
| And they think we don't see | |
| So I step back and wink | |
| Girls |