Body of a superstar, the mind of a 10-year-old.
She wants to take you for a ride, the stella has hair of gold.
The lights are on upstairs, but is anybody home?
She's not lookin' for a man, the girly wants to be alone.

She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right.
All the fellas have a fit, anytime she walks by.
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind.
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, don't waste your time.

[Chorus:]
And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite. - Dumb blonde.
Diggin' out on the town any given night.
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous.
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous.

Blondie was a victim to everything she liked.
She likes money, fine clothes and fancy cars, but her name she could not write.
Blondie is a certain type, she's not yellow, black or white.
But you can find her out diggin' in the finer spots on any given night.

Her fatal beauty's blinding and her intentions not kind.
She tried to take a part of me, but I caught on in time.
She lives a life of make believe, takes what she wants and leaves.
Blondes, they do have more fun, but how dumb is she?

[Chorus]

Blondie, my glamorous superstar. You took it much too far.
And now you look like "What happened?"
Blondie, a dangerous socialite
She hangs out every night
And the neighborhood game is to dog you blind

Yeah!
Blondie!
Blondie is a dumb blonde
Hey Blondie, ooh ooh

(Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh)
Yeah!
Everything is right
She's the queen of glamorous
Whoo!

She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right
All the fellas have a fit anytime she walks by
This woman would be dangerous if she had a mind
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, if you're smart, you won't waste your time

And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite (Dumb blonde)
Diggin' out on the town any given night (Huho!)
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous
(She's the girl next door)
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous (Sexy!)

All the sexy socialites... sing!
Yeah
Fellas! (The girl is dangerous!) Yes
Fellas! (The girl is dangerous!)
That's right

Is it true that blondes have more fun?
Oh Lord
(The girl is dangerous!)
I think I need some horns
That's right
(The girl is dangerous)

Come on Blondie
Wait a minute, where are we going Morris?
I don't understand
Some things just ain't meant to be understood
Like what?
I'm one of the eight wonders of the world
I thought there were only seven
Ain't nobody bad, but me
Ooooh
Blondie?
That's not my name
That's right
You ain't got to go home, but you got to get the hell outta here
Wait...wait a minute
Uh, but you got to go
Nooo!
Uh, but you got to go
Oooooh
You got to go
Nooo!
I said you got to go
But can't we talk?

(The girl is dangerous!)
(The girl is dangerous!)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)

Playin' rock 'n' roll
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Morris is playin' rock 'n' roll

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMES HARRIS III, JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, JESSE WOODS JOHNSON, TERRY LEWIS