i went to the beach this weekend.
don't you think about him
sister, you're much better off without him
you can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
and put the sun back in the sky
for when he comes crawlin', i'm not fallin'
shout hooray and halleluh!
now me and mr. wrong are through
i'll find myself another beau
who i know is no rover!
forget about the boy!
-thoroughly modern millie