All my friends are writing their resumes
My responsible friends are applying for jobs
But me, I was considering ditching Ezra, and going by Esme
Baby, would you find that so odd?

My dying friends are finding religion
While my intellectual friends are all denying God
But me, I got just one ambition
I sit around all day wishing
That the real me might be the one you want

I want to be your girlfriend
I want to walk down the street hanging from your arm
That's right, little old me
I want to be your girlfriend
And leave behind this loveless world I know

Honey, I know that I don't have the body you want in a girlfriend
What I am working with is less than ideal
But maybe, baby, it's not all about what you thought that you wanted
It's about the way I can make you feel

Ooh
I want to be your girlfriend
I want to walk down the street hanging on your arm
That's right, little old me
I want to be your girlfriend
And blow your mind each night, when you come home
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah