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Squint your eyes and look closer |
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I'm not between you and your ambition |
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I am a poster girl with no poster |
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I am thirty-two flavors and then some |
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And I'm beyond your peripheral vision |
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So you might wanna turn your head |
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'Cause someday you're going to get hungry |
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And eat most of the words you just said |
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Both my parents taught me about good will |
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And I have done well by their names |
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Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers |
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Is more than I can explain |
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Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights |
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Just so I would think they were not home |
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And hid in the dark of their windows |
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'Til I'd passed and left them alone |
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And God help you if you are an ugly girl |
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'Cause too pretty is also your doom |
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'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred |
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For the prettiest girl in the room |
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And God help you if you are a phoenix |
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And you dare to rise up from the ash |
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A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy |
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While you are just flying past |
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I never tried to give my life meaning |
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By demeaning you |
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And I would like to state for the record |
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I did everything that I could do |
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I'm not saying that I'm a saint |
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I just don't want to live that way |
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No, I will never be a saint, oh |
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But I will always say |
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Squint your eyes and look closer |
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I'm not between you and your ambition |
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I am a poster girl with no poster |
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I am thirty-two flavors and then some |
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And I'm beyond your peripheral vision |
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So you might wanna turn your head |
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'Cause someday you might find you're starving |
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And eating all of the words you said |
