| I don’t care about what they say
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| I don’t think you’re a slut
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| When I hear a new story 'bout you every day
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| Well, I think that they’re making them up
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| You’re not that kind of girl I’ll say
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| They’ll tell me what they did with you yesterday
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| I know deep down in my heart that you couldn’t be a slut
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| Since we’ve been together taking our own sweet time
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| Just a handshake at the end of the day
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| Well, that’d just be fine
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| 'Cause if you were a slut
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| We would’ve done it by now
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| And that’s my proof
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| So when I say that you’re not like that
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| I know that it’s the truth
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| Jealous guys will make up lies
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| And act like they’re my friends
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| With evidence and photographs
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| Of you doing groups of men
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| But the pictures aren’t exactly
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| Something hard to do
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| A fake and they’re all lies
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| And I won’t believe you’re a slut
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| No matter how they try
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| They can point and laugh at us
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| And call you all those names
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| Write your name in bathroom stalls
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| And all those childish games
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| Despite your reputation
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| I know I’m the only one
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| There’s not enough hours in the day
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| To do all those awful things they’ve said you’ve done
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| Well, I don’t care about about what they say
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| I don’t think you’re a slut
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| And they keep on saying those hurtful things
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| And I wish that they’d finally shut up
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| 'Cause we’re moving right along
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| At our own pace
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| Soon we’ll be sliding into second base
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| And I know deep down in my heart that you couldn’t be a slut
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| Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn’t be a slut
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| Yeah I know deep down in my heart that you couldn’t be a slut |