I'm just a girl who used to loaf 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 popstar

F that, I'm just gonna be me

They can be whatever they are

I'm over it

Let's go

So over it

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

I'm over it

Let's go

So over it

Aye, 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 the 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

Let's go

I'm over it

Aye, aye, let's go

So over it

Let's go