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I'm just a girl who used to loathe at a Toronto art school Skipped college, joined a band, made out with boys I liked to talk to They told me to turn myself into another indie-pop star F- that I'm just gonna be me they can be whatever they are (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) I'm over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Let's go (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) So over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Let's go Boys in the band, just like their dads, give us advice on punk rock Said we'd do better if we quit writing about all the girl stuff Gonna play the Pontiac, the Roseland, and the Bovine Sex Club Then wе'll be coming back, I wanna see everyonе put their hands up (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) I'm over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Let's go (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) So over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) SongtexteLet's go I'll kick you to the curb I'm more than you deserve Hang on my every word Hang on my every word I'm a pro, professional, we are all professional, I'm a professional (Professional, professional, professional) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) I'm over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Let's go (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) So over it (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Let's go Aus Songtexte Mania