Court Yard Hounds - Phoebe lyrics

My daddy said Keep a cool head Don't let those pretty boys own you Don't let them in your bed Everyone knows How the river of talk does flow They'll make you weep And you'll reap what they sew The golden rule You'll never learn in school Boys can be mean But girls are downright cruel You're gonna make 'em pay, you're gonna make 'em pay You'll have the last word today Your daddy said Walk away instead Don't let those petty girls throw you Don't let them in your head A small town spell Your living hell It's a story we've all heard before But you won't live to tell You're gonna make 'em pay, you're gonna make 'em pay You've had the last word today Back from school you walk alone Empty street and no one's home They weaved their stories, spread their lies Give up the fight but keep your pride No dances on a starry night Prom dresses in red and black It ain't right, it ain't right