In the end she said you're the same as all the rest
I know exactly the girl you'll go for next
Same Shakespeare & company tote bag
Same tacky bumper sticker of the pride flag
She'll think that you're mature because you're an artist
Ignore you're bad in bed cause she loves your guitars
It's a shame
You never told me her name
It's a shame
You never told me her name
She's about five seven with straight bangs
Brown hair i think
Identical interests and a perfect waistline
And a quirky little blink
Shes gonna have fake glasses with big frames
And endless patience for your little games
Oh it's a shame
You never told me her name
Yeah it's a shame
You never told me her name
The same overlapping stickers on her laptop
A fully grown adult who still listens to Kidz bop
She'll see you're self effacing but she won't see past it
And see a temperamental genius when you blow a gasket
Same laundry list of guys she don't fuck with
Same adorable attempts to be disruptive
Oh It's a shame
You never told me her name