Hey Liz, what's your secret
Is it the skirt
Is it the deadpan flirt
Hey Liz, tell me truly
Is it the shoes
Is it the way I think you know how to lose

Cause all the guys they think they love you
But all the girls still think you're cool
Won't you tell me how you do it
What's your golden rule, hey Liz

Hey Liz, what's your secret
Is it the hair
Is it the ten ton stare
Hey Liz, I won't tell no one
Is it your rage
Is it the way you won't get up on stage

Cause all the guys they want to fuck you
But all the girls still think you're cool
Tell me where you learned your secret
Where'd you go to school, hey Liz

And I want to know
What's made up and what's a fact
What is real and what's an act
Did you calculate exactly
how to push all the buttons of the
guys who haven't figured out what they want un-
til you show them all the things that they can't have

And I'll admit I want to fuck you
And find out if you really care
And you can write a song about me
Do you think that's fair, hey Liz