Yeah she's a beautiful loser
 She'll switch price tags for me
 Sometimes meet me for coffee
 And I don't think she does that
 For anyone but me
 She dresses me for absolutely nothing
 Just 'cause she really likes me
 I'm here for her to serve
 She asks for nothing in return
 'Cause she's a thrift store babe
 She's like my live in maid
 She's just a girl but still
 She's really not afraid
 To call in sick so we can hang out in Wicker Park
 And rot amongst the cynical prototypes of our love
 And I sincerely hope that she's always around
 I hope she always stays around