girlfriend material

Because he sat me down in the school cafeteria
And told me I wasn't girlfriend material
Because I wear foreign leather and make stubble
I think new metal is a great way to heaven
Haven't cut my hair since 2009 (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell
You could get under me, get over yourself

One of your boys hit me up, it was casual
I met his mom and she thought I was radical
We spoke Halloween and we ran DVDs
And we kissed on the sofa after eating Chinese
Could've been us a year ago
If you miss my voice, you can hear it on the radio

When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell
You could get under me, get over yourself

Oh well, oh well
It didn't work out
Oh well, oh well
Yeah, that's your mom's house

I just saw you in the supermarket
You're in cashmere with a bouquet of roses
I'm glad you found someone who dresses better
But my guy wants me when I'm in polyester

When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell
You could get under me, get over yourself

Oh well, oh well
It didn't work out
Oh well, oh well
Who's more than now?
(Haha, haha)