Here's womankind, so delicate, so refined,
How conveniently you intrude...but this dress doesn't quite suit you, and your subtle father would faint that it's you, oh.
Your pink revenge,
His pink revenge,
My pink revenge.
Thirteen, it shook your world when you first knew,
Now it's up with pink and down with blue,
Once it was James, now June - any regrets?
I haven't lived my life just yet, oh.
Your pink revenge,
His pink revenge,
My pink revenge
And sometimes it's like a strange little game between two: me and you,
But you'll never be a lady,
You'll never be a lady,
Never be a lady, no, not like me,
Not like me, not, not, not, not, na, na.
