Rip Her to Shreds

(Hey! Psst Psst! Here she comes now)Oh, you know her, would you look at that hairYeah, you know her, check out those shoesShe looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's bluesShe looks like the Sunday comicsShe thinks she's Brenda StarrHer nose job is real atomicAll she needs is an old knife scarYeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on rip her to shredsOh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on paradeRed eye shadow! Green mascara!Yuck! She's too muchShe looks like she don't know betterA case of partial extremeDressed in a Robert Hall sweaterActing like a soap opera queenYeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe got the nerve to tell me she's not on itBut her expression is too sereneYeah, she looks like she washes with CometAlways looking to create a sceneYeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe's so dull, rip her to shredsOh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on paradeYeah, you know her, with the fish-eating grinShe's so dullYeah, she got the nerve to tell me!Huh, she's so dullYeah, there she goes nowShe making out with King KongShe take her boat to Hong KongWell, bye bye sugarAnd not a minute too soon