You probably have a name like Amber or Ashley. You probably drive a car made in the 2000s And like to play popular hip-hop songs on your top forty radio You know, in that stereo he probably bought you for your birthday. You work at a temporary job for eight bucks an hour And during your lunch break you make plans for that night.
You are the basic suburban female And you exist to be the bar that the rest of us judge ourselves on. Or at least, I do. You are prettier than most Have more money than most Have more friends than most And you are the person Who allows me to think that I can one day be at your level, Even though it's far from true.