歌词
She was waiting in line at the liquor store
Owned a lot of empty bottles, but she wanted more
'Cause she was stuck living in a reality
Where the girl she was, she didn't want to be
She was looking at the people on the magazines
She had dyed her hair blonde, but with envy she was green
A relapsed ego fiend
And the man behind the counter could sense something wrong
When she asked for Newports and a fifth of something strong
So before he rang up the tequila
He said, "hold up girl, you know I feel you
But time goes by and people get old
Don't waste your life trying to fit a mold
Cause the best kind of stories are the ones yet to be told
It's time you start to recognize
The best way through ain't to plagiarize
What do you want to tell your kids someday?"
And twenty years down the line
You could say she was doing just fine
She had built herself a family
And now her life was nothing spectacular
But she was back to her natural shade of brown
And one day her little girl came in crying
She'd been really, really trying
But she just couldn't look like the people on the TV shows
And her mom just smiled and said, "honey
I find it kinda funny, you remind me of somebody that I used to know
But time goes by and people get old
Don't waste your life trying to fit a mold
'Cause the best kind of stories are the ones yet to be told
It's time you start to recognize
The best way through ain't to plagiarize
What do you want to tell your kids someday?"
Time goes by and people get old
Don't waste your life trying to fit a mold
'Cause the best kind of stories are the ones yet to be told