Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin kinda blind   Got tequila on my t-shirt, desperation on my mind   In just a couple days now I’ll be turning seventeen   And I got this little streak in me that’s twenty times mean      Dress it up more like a high school whore   Won’t leave til I get what I come for   Don’t like parties but they get me drunk   And my ship’ll come in before I’m sunk      Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin kinda stewed   And the drug that fills my system puts me in a reckless mood   Wanna drink a little rum and have a lot of sex   Doing everything the opposite that dear old Dad expects      Gonna dress it up more like a high school whore   Won’t leave til I get what I come for   Don’t like parties but they get me laid   And I’m off no better if I left or stayed      Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin kinda trashed   Somebody found a six-pack that he didn’t know he’d stashed   Said I’d fuck him for a Mickey, said I’d fuck him for a light   Won’t be the only actress at this curtain call tonight      Secret smile in his eyes, a bonfire in his hair   And the lace upon the push-up bra reminds me why it’s there   It’s early in the morning and the sky is turning grey   And I’m punching in his ticket cos it’s Sadie Hawkins Day      Dress it up, baby   This girl’s no lady   And she doesn’t want to be ignored   Heart like granite   Where’s the vodka, dammit?   When I’m stone cold sober I’m stone cold bored      Dress it up more like a high school whore   Won’t leave til I get what I come for      Don’t like parties but I feel all right   And I be back again tomorrow night