| Here we go, I’m hanging out in Camden
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| Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
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| This guy says, «Come and meet my girlfriend»
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| She’s sitting in the corner, looking rather uptight
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| So I say, «Hello,"and I try to be nice
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| But I see he’s feeling itchy
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| Trying to play us off each other
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| «Girls, girls, please don’t fight»
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| (You get the picture)
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| Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
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| Telling me that women are superior to men
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| Most guys just don’t appreciate this
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| You just try convincing me you’re better than them
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| So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul
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| And his favourite subject is sex
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| I don’t even think he really wanted it
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| But, Christ, this guy’s too much
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| (I wanna tell him)
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| I’m as human as the next girl
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| I like a bit of flattery
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| But I don’t need your practised lines
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| Your school of charm mentality
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| So save your breath for someone else
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| And credit me with something more
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| When it comes to men like you
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| I know the score, I’ve heard it all before
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| (Here comes the next one)
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| Blondie was with me for a summer
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| He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn’t bite
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| I’m weak and he was so persistent
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| He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight
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| Oh God, the boy had such an ego
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| He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
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| You think you’re such a ladykiller
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| But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light
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| When he’s nice to me, he’s just nice to himself
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| And he’s watching his reflection
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| I’m a five foot mirror for adoring himself
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| Here’s seven years' bad luck
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| (I wanna tell him)
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| When you say you love me
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| You’re just flattering your vanity
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| But I don’t need your practised lines
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| Your school of charm mentality
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| So save your breath for someone else
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| And credit me with something more
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| When it comes to men like you
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| I know the score, I’ve heard it all before
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| Ooh, you’re such a ladykiller
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| Always on a winner, thinking that you’re in there
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| Oh boy, you’re such a ladykiller
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| Super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh
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| You think you’re such a ladykiller
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| I just bet you’re still there, posing in the mirror
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| Hey girls, he’s such a ladykiller
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| But we know where he’s coming from and we know the score |