Robin

You know better than most
You're sweet but sharp like a rose

Your brother's five-foot forty
Carla might be your shorty
You're the life of the party

You go to school at Greens
You're dressing better than me
Now tell me one more thing
How's it feel to be queen?

While they're holding their breath
You're going for the kill
Now you're out of second place
And you're gunning for the gold
And they try to act tough wearing Adidas shorts
But you dress too well so go give them hell girl

You always stay on your toes
Eyes on the prize and the road
You know you're way too cool
You froze the swimming pool
I wanna skate with you

You make me skip half a beat
Still dressing well
And if you think you can pull a fast one
Well she's faster

While they're holding their breath
You're going for the kill
And you wanna win the race and you totally will
And they never saw the vision so they couldn't come close
'Cause you just dress too well so go give them hell girl



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Writer(s): Zachary Rebarchak
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