What's a girl to do when the punchline makes her cry
and she isn't the prettiest girl in town anymore
and nobody will ever love her droopy neck
and she feels like she isn't going anywhere with her life
and she can't talk to the prom king because she's scared
that he'll leave her with a split skirt in the back of a car
chubby thighs splayed like a turkey,
with cranberry sauce on the tablecloth
so he can prove it to his friends about later,
substituting her name for someone with softer features
and a sense of humor about this kind of thing?
What's a girl to do when she isn't even a girl?
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