There's no way to deny she's lovely

Perfect skin, perfect hair

Perfumed hearts everywhere

Tell myself that inside she's ugly

She's the prom queen
I'm in the marching band

She's a cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands

She gets the top bunk
I'm sleeping on the floor

She's Miss America
and I'm just the girl next door

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else