[Verse 1] Got a history test at eight Got doomsday penciled in at nine Mom says "Honey Don’t be late" Principal watching the lunchroom line Locker full of homework Broken stakes Mascara smudged from last night’s fight You said "See you at the Bronze at eight" I said "If the world survives tonight" (mm-hmm) [Chorus] I’m slaying algebra and apocalypse Lip gloss Bloodstains on my fingertips Cheer tryouts Then I’m saving the world Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl Destiny calling on the corded phone Still get grounded Still walk home alone Staring down the dark in my combat curls Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl (hey!) [Verse 2] Guidance counselor says "Dream big" I just dream they make it out alive Willow hacking in the library Giles with a cross and a tired sigh Xander cracking jokes by my side Graveyard’s our after-school club Homecoming dress in the backseat ride Covered in grave dust Sweat And love (oh-oh) [Chorus] I’m slaying algebra and apocalypse Lip gloss Bloodstains on my fingertips Cheer tryouts Then I’m saving the world Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl Destiny calling on the corded phone Still get grounded Still walk home alone Staring down the dark in my combat curls Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl [Bridge] All these monsters Still don’t scare me like a crush does All this pressure Still can’t kill the way my heart jumps If I fall I still fall hard Over vampires and report cards If I break I still break slow Then I get back up 'cause I’m built to go (go, go) [Chorus] I’m slaying algebra and apocalypse Lip gloss Bloodstains on my fingertips Cheer tryouts Then I’m saving the world Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl (oh yeah) Destiny calling on the corded phone Still get grounded Still walk home alone Staring down the dark in my combat curls Just a teenage girl Just a teenage girl [Outro] Stake in my jacket Fear in a swirl Saving the world before third period Just a teenage girl

Crunchy late-90s pop-rock with female vocals, overdriven guitars, and a sticky, chanty hook. Verses keep the band tight and palm-muted, bass pulsing under conversational lines; choruses explode with open chords, gang shouts, and tambourine. Brief middle-eight strips to drums and bass before a final, triumphant chorus with ad-libs and octave harmony.

Slaying Algebra