Jonathan Coulton - You Could Be Her Lyrics
I run the God damned pretzel store at Buckingham MallHere on the east wing's second floor I'm belle of the ballBut at night I could swear that I'm someone elseSomeone who's betterWhy does no one come here to save me?Why won't anybody stay?Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be herSix hundred dollars, seven days, and I drink all I makeWhile people with great big fat BA's, they move and they shakeI can't dress me up, I can't take me outI can't do nothingWhy does no one come here to save me?Why won't anybody stay?Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be herYou don't come by no moreYou never wear that sweater I likeYou don't say nothing that makes me think I'll ever get out of hereSix in the morning, I'm awake, and it's nobody's faultI knot them up tightly, watch them bake, and rub in the saltIf there was a hell that was meant for meI think I found itWhy does no one come here to save me?Why won't anybody stay?Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her
