You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself [x2]

Wait up last Friday night
The party looked alright

Just as I stepped on in
I saw you look at him
Oh hell no, excuse me, what?
Must be jokin´ around
Best leave your pumps at home
I´m ready to throw down

You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I´m feelin´ feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight

I saw you by the pool
Rubbin´ up on his leg
Tell him he´s lookin´ fine
Even though you know he´s mine
So then I walk over
You act like nothin´s up

"Oh hey, are you with him?"
You know that, you dirty slut

You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I´m feelin´ feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight

Maybe we can just talk about it
We really shouldn´t resort to violence
I´m not the jealous type
But get your dirty hands off his thigh
So then I pushed you in
Skirt flappin´ in the wind
Hope you know how to swim
Ha ha ha, I always win
But as I´m gigglin´
I turn around and see your friends

Three tall pissed off vixens
I laugh and say to them

"You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself" [x4]
I´m feelin´ feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight [x4]