Back in High School I knew a girl

Not too simple and not too kind

We both grew up, but I heard she'd changed

From a new wave fan to another kind



She think's she's Edith Head

But you might know she's not

The accent in her speech

She didn't have growing up



She think's she's Edith Head

Or Helen Girlie Brown

Or some other cultural figure

We don't know a lot about



It's been years since I moved away

But at Christmas I come home

And I saw her reflection

In the window of a store



She was talking to herself

Not too simple and not too kind

I walked on by, it was complicated

And it stuck in my mind



She think's she's Edith Head

But you might know she's not

The accent in her speech

She didn't have growing up



The accent in her speech

Made me really think

The accent in her speech

Is she really she



She think's she's Edith Head

She might think it tomorrow

She think's she's Edith Head

But I guess we'll never know



She think's she's Edith Head

She might think it tomorrow

She think's she's Edith Head

but I guess we'll never know