Paroles: Bettie Serveert. Attagirl.

Stuck in a rut in a very tight place
Judge and jury of your own damned fate
From the cradle to the grave
You're looking for something

Snips and a snail and a puppy dog tail
Nip and tuck, but no avail
You look like hell
You're looking for something

Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's plain to see
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's you and me and a devil makes three

Don't get stuck somewhere in the middle
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle
Don't say luck is something like a riddle
You paid for your place in this world
Attagirl

Better sit tight, gotta drop that phone
This is a story for the girls back home
Living on their own
Looking for something

Goosebumps, babe, gotta cover your tracks
Skid marks running all over your back
Face that fact
You're looking for something

Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's plain to see
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's you and me and a devil makes three

Don't get suck somewhere in the middle
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle
Don't say luck is something like a riddle
You paid for your place in this world

Don't get suck somewhere in the middle
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle
Don't say luck is something like a riddle
You paid for your place in this world
Attagirl

I want it all, I wanted everything
I want it now, I wanted everything
I want it loud, I wanted everything
I want it now, I wanted everything

Don't get suck somewhere in the middle
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle
Don't say luck is something like a riddle
You paid for your place in this world

Don't get suck somewhere in the middle
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle
Don't say luck is something like a riddle
You paid for your place in this world
You paid for your place in this world
Attagirl