Tekster: The Donnas. Gold Medal. Fall Behind Me.

I can't believe she bought it
She got too close and she caught it
Had a point, but she forgot it

When you skip steps on the way up
The gaps have a way of catchin' up
And you can't cover that with make-up

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
'Cause you're not ready and baby
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me

Now that I'm getting to know her
Part of me wants to show her
Who she's really screwing over

'Cause she's got nothin' real
Taking everything she can steal
Just like it was her last meal

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
'Cause you're not ready baby
And you got nothin' on me

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
'Cause you're not ready baby
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me

How long is she gonna be around ?
How long do we have to watch her dumb it down ?
'Cause when it's cheap it fades fast
And how long does she think it's gonna last ?

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
'Cause you're not ready baby
And you got nothin' on me

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
'Cause you're not ready baby
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me
And you got nothin' on me