girlfriend material

Because he sat me down in the school cafeteria And told me I wasn't girlfriend material Because I wear foreign leather and make stubble I think new metal is a great way to heaven Haven't cut my hair since 2009 (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven) When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else You make me feel pretty shit about myself My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell You could get under me, get over yourself One of your boys hit me up, it was casual I met his mom and she thought I was radical We spoke Halloween and we ran DVDs And we kissed on the sofa after eating Chinese Could've been us a year ago If you miss my voice, you can hear it on the radio When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else You make me feel pretty shit about myself My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell You could get under me, get over yourself Oh well, oh well It didn't work out Oh well, oh well Yeah, that's your mom's house I just saw you in the supermarket You're in cashmere with a bouquet of roses I'm glad you found someone who dresses better But my guy wants me when I'm in polyester When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else You make me feel pretty shit about myself My best friend says I'm falling in love as hell You could get under me, get over yourself Oh well, oh well It didn't work out Oh well, oh well Who's more than now? (Haha, haha)