nobody's on the the road
your friends are at the beach
i smell you in the air
common sense's out of reach
empty head, sandled feet
finally you're all alone
i'm egging your house
because i know you're not home

i cant stand you
your blonde hair shinnin in the sun
you've got your banges curled back and fake nails on (ewwy!)
and i can tell you my hate for you will still be stong
after the preps of summer have gone

i never will forget that night
to me it was like a dream
remember you thought i was crazy?
remember how you ran and screamed?
now im no sure how fast i drove
but hey, i wanted to get you back
had to show you what im made of

i cant stand you
your blonde hair shinin in the sun
i know your brain's real slow, arent you a popular one?
i can tell you my hate for you will still be stong
after the preps of summer have gone

out on the road that day you got ran over by a cadillac
the voices inside my head said "she wont come back, she can never come back"
you thought you knew what hate was
what did you know?
i dream of that day forever
i should just let it go but

i cant stand you
your blonde hair shinin in the sun
i can see your dark roots (you're a bottle blonde) hey
and i cant tell you my hate for you will still be stong
after the preps of summer have gone

i cant stand you
your blonde hair shinin in the sun
you needed to be slapped- you were so ditsy
i can tell you my hate for you will still be stong
after the preps of summer have gone...