I've never been the angel in the perfume ad
My body's not a temple, more a bachelorette pad
My cups are barely As, my teeth aren't straight
My jeans are as cool as my music taste
Sometimes when I sing, I get the big note wrong
The teenagers held onto that all summer long
And my skin isn't thick, yeah, that shit made me cry
In Birmingham, Jesus Christ, so

I'm not the coolest or the greatest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man, anymore, who gives a fuck?
When I'm, I'm in love

The it girls with their little dogs and Mary Janes
I hope they represent us
when the aliens invade
I will hold your hand there in my walking boots
They'll ask me if I'm special
I'll say just to you
'Cause I don't really care about the fashion balls
My lover likes me best with nothing on at all
Yeah, he loves my stretch marks and my baby face
So here's to my buccal fa
and looking my goddamn age

Oh, I'm not the cooles
or the greatest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man, anymore, who gives a fuck?
When I'm, I'm in love

So I'm not the funnest or the youngest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man, honestly
I wish 'em luck
'Cause I am healthy, I am yours and that's enough
Glitz and glamour, oh man, honestly, who wants the stuff?
So fuck the jet, I'll take the bus with you
'Cause we're in love