This is what makes us girls

There she was my new best friend.
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind,
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down,
 Her little bambi eyes: "Lana, how i hate those guys.”

                                                                This is what makes us girls:
                                                  We don't look for heaven and we put love first.
                                                    Don't you know we'd die for it? It's a curse.
                                                         Don't cry about it, don't cry about it.