Pasted pictures on the wall of groups she's never seen

A walking, talking tribute to the fashion magazines

Too hip for the suburbs

Too scared of the streets

All she wants out of life are rave reviews

From everyone she meets



She's so cool

Too cool for me



Her parents buy her a car

Her parents buy her clothes

She talks of far-off places, but she never goes

When she's stoned, she's the queen 

Of her own little world

A would-be femme fatale

Just daddy's little girl



She's so cool

Too cool for me



She wants to be a star, 

Wants to start a band, 

Probably just go shopping, go home, get a tam

Here is the story of her misspent life

Probably end up being another suburban housewife