Small town homecoming queen

She’s a star in this scene

There’s no way to deny she’s lovely

Perfect skin, perfect hair

Perfumed hearts everywhere

Tell myself that inside she’s ugly



Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her

Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her



She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band

She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands

She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor

She’s Miss America

And I’m just the girl next door



Senior class president

She must be heaven sent

She was never the last one standing

A backseat debutante

Everything that you want

Never too harsh or too demanding



Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter

Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…



Chorus



I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself

Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else



Chorus

I get a little bit, she gets a little more

She’s Miss America

And I’m just the girl next door