The Freshman Experiment

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So today I wanted to start writing a song about dresses and I started but it took a kind of weird turn… instead of lamenting on the behalf of all us “normal” gals out there (which turned out to be a little self-pitying or cheesy), I wrote a song for those ridiculously perfect girls instead. It’s kind of ironic and silly and, obviously, a little bluesy.

I look so fine that no one likes to walk with me.
My hair’s so poker straight I go to clubs for free.
But when I get inside there’s not a girl as pretty.
No one understands my plight in this whole damn city.
I got a new haircut, new dress, a pair new shoes.
I got an attitude that might be rude but that’s how I cruise.
I got a palpitating heart in my itty bitty chest
So I’m the best dressed whose got the pretty girl blues.
I’m not complaining bout the fringe benefits
I’m stuck with this dilemma cuz the Prada shoe fits.
I know I know I know I got a good thing going.
But up here on my pedestal it’s not so easy knowing.
I got a new haircut, new dress, a pair new shoes.
I got an attitude that might be rude but that’s how I cruise.
I got a palpitating heart in my itty bitty chest
So I’m the one who’s getting lonely feeling she’s the only one
whose got the pretty girl blues.
Should I accept my fate?
Should return the hate?
Dare I associate with all the common people?
Accept a normal date
Find someone second-rate?
Just so that I can eat a sausage pizza, see a really stupid movie and make out with a guy until I realize – surprise – he’s not my soul mate?
Is that state of things for a new haircut, new dress, a pair new shoes.
For an attitude that might be rude but that’s how I cruise.
For the palpitating heart in my size-C breast.
Is that the way to treat the lady best dressed and
whose got the pretty girl blues?
Oh no. I got the pretty girl blues.

Let me know what you think!