too to die for

she don't want no beauty queen
or anyone who coulda been
'cause too much beauty makes her shake
and too much niceness caused a quake

she will like you better
if you just don't let her
in, in, in
yea you thought you liked the chase
till you landed second place
and didn't win, win, win

are you the type the men all vie for?
do they even cry for you at the food store?
too bad for you, for being so pretty
she likes her girls all rugged and gritty

sure, she may do you for awhile
but- it'll barely make her smile
because you've got too much sass
(not to mention, what an ass!)

see, she will like you better
if you just won't let her
in, in, in
yea you thought you liked the chase
till you landed second place
and didn't win, win, win

now you're seeing all the women-
fuck that chick, you're going swimmin'
in the pool of luscious girls...
yet thoughts of her still fill your world

you knew your looks could be a curse
'cause they cause envy, sometimes worse
but you surely never figured
they could get you un-delivered

from the cartoon socks on her toes
to the metal-filled holes in her nose
she finds you so lovely and stunning-
too bad she needs to lead the running

oh, she doesn't like you better
'cause you couldn't help but pull her
close, close, close
no you didn't like the chase
so you're trying to save face
now just go, go, go.