Remember how we used to party
up all night
Sneakin’ out and lookin’ for
a taste of real life
Drinkin’ in the small town
firelight
Pabst blue ribbon on ice.

Sweet 16 and we had arrived
Walkin’ down the streets as
they whistle, “hi, hi”
Stealin’ police guys with the
senior guys
Teachers alisema we’d never make
it out alive

There she was, my new best
friend
High heels in her hands,
swayin’ in the wind
Oh she starts to cry, mascara
running down her little bambi
eyes
Lana how I hate those guys

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we
put upendo first
Don’t wewe know we’d die for
it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry
about it

This is what makes us girls
We all stick together ‘cause
we put upendo first
Don’t cry about him, don’t
cry about him
It’s all going to happen

And that’s where the
beginning of the end began
Everybody knew that we had
too much fun
We were skippin’ school and
drinkin’ on the job
With the boss

Sweet 16 and we had arrived
Baby’s table-dancing at the
local dive
Cheerin’ our names in the
pink spotlight
Drinkin’ cherry schnapps in
the velvet night

Yeah we used to go break into
the hotel
Pool glimmering we’d swim
Runnin’ from the cops in our
black bikini tops
Screamin’, “Get us while
we’re hot”
We don’t give a whaaat?

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we
put upendo first
Don’t wewe know we’d die for
it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry
about it

This is what makes us girls
We all stick together ‘cause
we put upendo first
Don’t cry about him, don’t
cry about him
It’s all going to happen

The prettiest in-crowd that
wewe had ever seen
Ribbons in our hair and our
eyes gleamed mean
A freshman generation of
degenerate beauty queens
And wewe know something?
They were the only Marafiki I
ever had
We got into trouble and when
stuff got bad
I got sent away and was
wavin’ on the train platform
Cryin’ ‘cause I know I’m
never comin’ back

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we
put upendo first
Don’t wewe know we’d die for
it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry
about it

This is what makes us girls
To all the little queens, do
wewe know what you’re worth?
I’ll tell wewe every siku till
wewe get it, girl
It’s all going to happen