Let's Go

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 we'll be coming back, I wanna see everyone 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) (So over it!) I know better than to bite that bait I've got my hands in my pockets And a grin on my face I've played in every room Did whatever it takes To see a man's worst fear is being replaced And when I walk a city solo I wonder if you'll ever know-know What it's like to be a hoe-hoe But I don't really give a fuck though (Professional!) Let's go! (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