Yeah, she might have dated him for two years
But I saw the back seat of his mustang GT

Yeah, she might have earned the grades she got
But after class He’ll raise my D to a B

Yeah, she might be head cheerleader
But, I let the boys look under my skirt

Yeah, all the guys daydream about her
But unlike me, she isn’t a flirt

Yeah, she was the star of the play
But I was never good at playing pretend

Yeah, she won prom queen at the Senior Ball
But Johnny and I were too busy to attend

Yeah, she minded her parents a little too well
While I was breaking curfew night after night

Yeah, she never touched a bottle or a joint
Without one or the other I just didn’t feel right

Yeah, but she’s a product of what they made her
She never got the chance for herself

Yeah, you can call me a cheap, drunk, whore
But at least I know myself.