Describing several figures in my life and the dance they do through theirs. |
She catches herself in the reflection Of a glass case, she's no exception Her legs are too short Her skirt is too long She's trying too hard but she looks all wrong She catches a snippet of conversation About Britney Spears and tax evasion Two people laugh She wants to cry They're laughing at her and she doesn't know why She doesn't have a boyfriend She doesn't have a life She loves her math teacher But her teacher has a wife Her mother said she's pretty But his wife is kind of hot If her teacher waited longer Maybe then she'd have a shot A flock of birds flies north for summer She's learning bass but she's a drummer The lyrics are great But the notes are all wrong How the hell did Hendrix ever play this song? Her brother told her never to snort crack Little did she know he was hooked on smack Her parents said she Could keep his car So long as she swore not to drive too far She doesn't have a boyfriend She doesn't have a life She loves her math teacher But her teacher has a wife Her mother said she's pretty But his wife is kind of hot If her teacher waited longer Maybe then she'd have a shot She's wishing she were taller And that she had straighter hair She's dancing at a party like There's nobody there Her father said she's gorgeous But she knows she's really not If her teacher gets divorced Maybe then she'll have a shot She catches herself in the reflection Of broken glass, she's no exception Her eyes are too sad Her face is too bright All she wants is everything to be alright She doesn't have a boyfriend She doesn't have a life She loves her math teacher But her teacher has a wife Her mother said she's pretty But his wife is kind of hot If her teacher waited longer Maybe then she'd have a shot |