I fall for every guy that makes me smile
I play that little game of stepping on every other tile
And sometimes I'll regret pushing my car another mile
At this rate, who knows who I'll be dragging down the aisle
I never wake up the same place I fell asleep
I always have a spur of the moment craving to eat
And it's never on any occasion that I'm up for a treat
At this rate, by twenty-five I'll be in too deep
I'm the one who keeps quiet if it's not true
But I'm never the one that's able to smile on cue
Yet on Saturday nights, I'm always comfy next to you
At this rate, who knows how long I'll really have you
You may not know it, but I hang on your every word
I don't whisper because I just want to be heard
And everyone asks but I say I'm just a girl
That takes what's hers in this grown up world
