I want to be his girl,
but I'm not sure how to.
I want to be his only,
but I know I wont..
I can't make myself any clearer
I practice talking for hours,
watching that girl in the mirror.
She looks clever,
More confident than I.
She has that beautiful smile,
White teeth, plump lips
But I know I'm not her.
Perfect figure, straight posture
But I want to be her
Maybe then he'd notice
I want to be that girl,
Then one he watches
As she walks by,
The one he writes songs for.
The one he holds at night.
But I can't.
I'm not her,
No matter how hard I try.
I'm not the girl I see in the mirror