Growing Up

We're all standing in a row
In our Spice Girl finest
Arms folded
Lemonade stand
Making our first dollar

And they call us gawky, young
But never lazy
Chewing on our bubble gum
Looking at the boys like they're crazy
Maybe the jewelry is gaudy
But they still think we are the hotties
Independent girls
With our fake pearls
And giant hoop earrings

We're all standing in a row
Looking like Gwen Stefani
Holding on to cosmos
Grown ups in heels
Making deals
With our eyes and red lipstick
We still look at the boys like they're crazy
Through all the smoke that makes the room hazy
Bad ass chicks through and through
Knowing what our mamas taught us was true

Hardened hearts caused by the world
Searing thoughts; makes your head twirl
We traded in our sugar and spice
We don't have to settle to always being nice
Make 'em work for it
Make 'em talk for it
Make 'em show us they ain't the same old show
Make 'em say, "Baby one day you'll know"

Three women standing in a row
Looking like Audrey Hepburn
Hair up in twists
Sipping on martinis
One olive, two olive
No one is an alcoholic
But the men are all the same
And this lifestyle's getting lame
Trying to decipher who's real; who's not
And we simply, just simply got
To be moving along
Because our classiness doesn't belong

We've made 'em work for it
We've made 'em talk through it
They've said what they had to say
And it's the same thing anyway
It's alright if you want to stay and play
but we've got better places to be anyway
Yes, we always have better places to be anyway