For the prettiest girl in the room
'Cause someday you might find you're starving
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
So you might wanna turn your head
And you dare to rise up from the ash
But I will always say
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
Just so I would think they were not home
Is more than I can explain
I'm not between you and your ambition
And I have done well by their names
I did everything that I could do
By demeaning you
'Cause someday you're going to get hungry
I am a poster girl with no poster
While you are just flying past
Squint your eyes and look closer
I never tried to give my life meaning
So you might wanna turn your head
Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
And I would like to state for the record
'Cause too pretty is also your doom
Both my parents taught me about good will
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
'Til I'd passed and left them alone
'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
And God help you if you are an ugly girl
No, I will never be a saint, oh
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
And hid in the dark of their windows
I just don't want to live that way
And God help you if you are a phoenix
And eat most of the words you just said
I am a poster girl with no poster
