I run the God damned pretzel store at Buckingham Mall Here on the east wing's second floor I'm belle of the ball But at night I could swear that I'm someone else Someone who's better Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her Six hundred dollars, seven days, and I drink all I make While people with great big fat BA's, they move and they shake I can't dress me up, I can't take me out I can't do nothing Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her You don't come by no more You never wear that sweater I like You don't say nothing that makes me think I'll ever get out of here Six in the morning, I'm awake, and it's nobody's fault I knot them up tightly, watch them bake, and rub in the salt If there was a hell that was meant for me I think I found it Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her