Someone has cut a hole in my thin skin
I am bleeding out and you are fading in
Don’t try to flatter me; I know what you really mean
You’ve been laughing at me since November
And you never even told me
Oh, I am not like her
She’s blonde and she’s tall
And she’s on your tennis team
I am not into that at all
And she’s not smart, not even into art
But somehow I’m envious
Of what she doesn’t have
Someone has gone and cut me down to size
There is nothing left in me to compromise
She is crouching down and she’s ready to pounce
Oh, I am not like her
She’s blonde and she’s tall
And she’s on your tennis team
I am not into that at all
And she’s not smart, not even into art
But somehow I’m envious
Of what she doesn’t have
Something is happening to the interior of my heart
Its stomach feels sick and empty
And its walls are falling apart
There’s nothing to work for, nothing to work for
Now that you’re gone
There’s nothing to work, nothing to work for
Well, you talk about her when she’s not around
And you talk about her; do I just bring you down?
Well, I guess you’ve been branded,
But what am I not understanding?
Oh, I am not like her
She’s blonde and she’s tall
And she’s on your tennis team
I am not into that at all
And she’s not smart, not even into art
But somehow I’m envious
Of what she doesn’t have
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Lyrics submitted by Lance.