| I’m that girl you think that’s got it figured out
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| But I walk around, with a head full of doubt
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| The cruelest words about me, come from my own mouth — la da de, la de da
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| Yeah, I’m that girl, who wants what I ain’t got who looks in the mirror,
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| and sees all that I’m not
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| Wish I could jump off this reckless train of thought — la da de, la de da
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| Well it’s a cruel, cruel world
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| For Collie and her golden, home-coming crown
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| For Penny’s dirty secret getting spread all over town
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| For Hanna and her skinny jeans, so damn scared to eat
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| Well the DJ haunts the halls
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| And the boys they never call
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| And I guess we’re all the same after all
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| Nervous girls
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| Well I’m that girl who gave my heart up
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| Got close to picture perfect, or at least close enough to watch the pieces
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| scatter, then pick 'em all up
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| La da de, la de da
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| Oh but I still believe in love
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| For Heather waiting tables, trying to pick up from the past
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| For Jenny with that diamond ring and a vow that didn’t last
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| For Alice turning thirty, looking through that looking glass
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| Well the DJ haunts the halls
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| And the boys they never call
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| And I guess we’re all the same after all
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| Nervous girls
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| Oooooo
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| Oooooo
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| Oooooo
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| I’m scared and I’m brave, or somewhere between the two
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| I’m beautifully strong, and tragically confused
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| Yeah, I’m that girl, that’s just like you
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| Well the DJ haunts the halls
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| And when the boys finally call…
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| We’re not sure that we want 'em after all
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| Nervous girls, nervous girls, nervous girls, nervous girls |