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