I wanna go back to my girls, my clique
My number one team, my winning pick

Young, wild, and free we're the kings of Queens
Cuz **** sexist *******, not defined by our genes

I miss laughs and long nights and soda bottles of *****
Freezing, but hot in our high heeled shoes

Dancing on tables and counters and bars
Getting home late, looking up at the stars

We are so weird and so lost, but in each other we're found
Not just college friends, sisters; eternally bound