I may not be the girl you write about, sings songs about, the girl you paint.
I may not be the girl that everyone wants to be, I'm just plain and simple me.
I may not be anything extraordinary I'm nothing new,
but I guess I'm here for you.
A shoulder to cry on, a helping hand. That's the kind of girl I am.
And if that is not what you want then it's plain to see.
You simply can't have me.