There's something wrong with me 'cause I can't see what's wrong with me
I don 't have a problem with my thighs, my hips or the way my clothes fit
And how come I'm not obsessed with make up, talk shows, diets and J-Lo's?
I must be catching on real slow

I'm just a girl and that is all
I've got the skills but not the balls
My mouth's too big, my boobs too small
I'm not supposed to like myself at all
So I guess I've missed the point
I should hate myself but I don't

There's something wrong with me 'cause I can't see what's wrong with me
I don 't have a problem with my hair, what to wear, I just don't care
And how come I'm not impressed by rich boys, slick boys riding in limo's
I must be catching on real slow

I'm just a girl and that is all
I've got the skills but not the balls
My mouth's too big, my boobs too small
I'm not supposed to like myself at all
So I guess I've missed the point
I should hate myself but I don't, no, I don't

Somebody turn me around
Somebody straighten my mind
Somebody give me a clue
I wanna be just like you
So come on, come on, come on, come on
How do you do the things you do?
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna chew gum, just like you

I must be catching on real slow
There so many things a girl should know

I'm just a girl and that is all
I've got the skills but not the balls
My mouth's too big, my boobs too small
I'm not supposed to like myself at all
So I guess I've missed the point
I should hate myself but I don't

I'm just a girl and that is all
I've got the skills but not the balls
Yeah, I guess I've missed the point
I should hate myself but I don't