I am your new American best friend
I am the one that will change you
You don’t need her,
You need me
Me and my bleached hair with the fried ends
Me and my ***** mouth
Me and my clothes that don’t fit a year later
Me and you
We can do it
We’re those ***** girls
Those rich girls
The ones who live by the mansions
Who scream when they’re angry
Sob into the pillow
Link arms on the streets
Play with hair on the bed
Faces so close their lips could lock
Feet so tired they can’t walk alone
Stomachs not flat
Legs too big
You and me
The power couple they need
I’m your new American best friend
And you better deal with it