Girl Hopping

by Kirsten Opstad

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Written for the musical Girl Hopping, written by Ilene Fischer; originally produced by Sugar Cereal Productions.

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released 06 September 2011

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Track Name: Girl Hopping
I know girls on diets, on diets
I know girls on leashes, on leashes, on leashes
I know girls long distance, long distance, long distance
I know lots of girls

I know girls with girlfriends
Who sleep all of my friend, of my friends, all my friends
I know girls with accents, accents, hot accents
I know lots of girls

If you want to be with me
Get up to speed on Nietzsche
If I see you reading
I'll want you underneath me tonight

And I know girls that flirt with, that flirt with, that flirt with
Becoming alcoholics, ca-haulics, ca-haulics
Don’t care where you get your kicks, get your kicks, get your kicks
As long as I get mine

I know girls with problems, with problems, real problems
And I know girls that want them, that want them, that want them
The thing they have in common, in common, in common
Is that they all drive jeeps

It’s possible my view is
Slightly nihilistic
This collar needs some lipstick
Looking for a smart chick tonight

Know girls that swear they’re stopping, they’re stopping, they’re stopping
Sick of window shopping, -dow shopping, -dow shopping
But they can’t stop girl hopping, girl hopping, girl hopping
Cause they know lots of girls
Track Name: Hamburger Mary's
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
But we broadcast live from Hollywood
Hope that you’re listening,
Can’t forget when you kissed me
On the hottest day in Hollywood

The dykes on bikes all saw it happen
Through the crowd of men dressed like Judy Garland
When reached for my belt, you scratched my heart
Now beating for a reason: to make more art

Ironic, though I choose not to eat meat
My muse chose me in front of Hamburger Mary’s
My muse chose me in front of Hamburger Mary’s

Proud to be out, proud to be gay
Proud of how much skin I got to see that day
Used to play acoustic, now I make them mic it
I kissed a girl, and I really fucking liked it

Ironic, though I choose not to eat meat
My muse chose me in front of Hamburger Mary’s
My muse chose me in front of Hamburger Mary’s
Track Name: Backfire
The road to your bed is paved with good intentions
Laid by lovers that you left and failed to mention
Plans as frail as camel’s backs and here’s the straw:
There is no law for love, you cannot fix the draw

Backfire, burns will to teach you not to play with matches
Backfire, seeing me with her will salt your scratches
Backfire, everything is planned out and it won’t—
Backfire, you’re bound to want me back now

Keeping out of other people’s business
Especially those who specialize in personal fitness
Setting up your friends is fun when it starts,
But meddling in dark arts, you’re breaking people’s hearts

Backfire, burns will to teach you not to play with matches
Backfire, seeing me with her will salt your scratches
Backfire, everything is planned out and it won’t—
Backfire, you’re bound to want me back now


I have found love, finally
Loosed my chains and now I’m free
I hope you can be, happy for me
It’s not too late say that you still want me

That backfired, you think you can just walk out?
That backfired, desperate for a rebound?
Backfired, I guess your standards went down
It backfired, I guess your standards went down
Track Name: Shoes, Bikes, Cash
Girls are like shoes, they come in twos
Heard about you, there’s someone new
Your new girlfriend’s IQ suggests a history with glue
I can wait around, won’t be your rebound

Girl’s like a bike, you used to ride
Don’t care how long she’s gone, you’ll get back on
How could you forget, you loved her since the day you met
The best nostalgic sex, with your ex

Girl’s are the cash that I don’t have
Flat-broke, alone while you score fast
Your girlfriend doesn’t care; if you’re both doing it, it’s fair
I guess everybody’s happy, except me
I guess everybody’s happy, except me
Track Name: Miss You Less
You'll miss me less
When you're kissing someone else

As long as I can do
Whoever I want to

Know that I’ll always love you
Track Name: This City is an Open Wound
This city’s is like an open wound
You ran your taloned fingers through
The 101’s a bloody, ugly mess

You carved yourself new freeway
Surprised you even you even like LA
Where everyone’s an uninvited guest

Thank Monsieur Camus
It’s absurd how much I want you
Everyone wants you,
It’s the burden that you bear
Beware the beautiful
That know they’re beautiful
Falling for you felt just like falling down steep stairs

You picked me up and let me drop
Turns out everbody wants to hop
Never tell your girls they’re being used

Your confessions are a work of art
Admit it, girl, you broke my heart
Spend my days, chasing down my muse

Thank Monsieur Camus
It’s absurd how much I want you
Everyone wants you,
It’s the burden that you bear
Beware the beautiful
That know they’re beautiful
Falling for you felt just like falling down steep stairs