Lyrics You Could Be Her - Jonathan Coulton
I
run
the
God
damned
pretzel
store
at
Buckingham
Mall
Here
on
the
east
wing's
second
floor
I'm
belle
of
the
ball
But
at
night
I
could
swear
that
I'm
someone
else
Someone
who's
better
Why
does
no
one
come
here
to
save
me?
Why
won't
anybody
stay?
Cause
I've
got
it
in
my
head
that
maybe
you
could
be
her
Six
hundred
dollars,
seven
days,
and
I
drink
all
I
make
While
people
with
great
big
fat
BA's,
they
move
and
they
shake
I
can't
dress
me
up,
I
can't
take
me
out
I
can't
do
nothing
Why
does
no
one
come
here
to
save
me?
Why
won't
anybody
stay?
Cause
I've
got
it
in
my
head
that
maybe
you
could
be
her
You
don't
come
by
no
more
You
never
wear
that
sweater
I
like
You
don't
say
nothing
that
makes
me
think
I'll
ever
get
out
of
here
Six
in
the
morning,
I'm
awake,
and
it's
nobody's
fault
I
knot
them
up
tightly,
watch
them
bake,
and
rub
in
the
salt
If
there
was
a
hell
that
was
meant
for
me
I
think
I
found
it
Why
does
no
one
come
here
to
save
me?
Why
won't
anybody
stay?
Cause
I've
got
it
in
my
head
that
maybe
you
could
be
her
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