At Least I'm Not That Girl

I hate her.
How could I help it.
She's gorgeous, the bitch,
In that way that they have.
You know the ones
With the hair extensions and the legs.
This is Dallas, they're not hard to find.

I can't stop looking at her.
She's laughing at his jokes.
He's so happy that she's amused.
He's thinking about how she tastes.
I know he doesn't care if she's there forever.
I know he doesn't care if she's there past Ahhhh.....

But silll, that companionshop looks nice.
The adoration,
So appealing as I walk to the door.
I hate her because I am hating myself.
I hate her because I need to focus elsewhere.
I hate her because when I get home to my bed
And I am alone,
I need to believe that her kind of companionship is empty.

Damn my feeling heart,
I hope that it's not.
I hope that they are forever.
I hope that he bought those boobs
And will love them like a '69 Camaro until the end.