Lyricist : Emei

Composer : Emei

She wakes up right before her alarm goes off

Takes herself on a daily walk

Seventy degrees with a light breeze

Drinks coffee black, and she leaves her phone at home

Reading poetry on the coast

Finding inner peace, yeah, I'm tryna be

That girl with the perfect hair

And that girl doesn't really care

And somehow, everything goes right

For that girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

When I'm running late I dent my car

And I'd call you but my phone's not charged

Yeah, I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

And I maxed out all my credit cards

Tryna play dress-up to look the part

Now I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

(My phone just died — No!)

I wake up, grab my phone, it's 2 p.m.

Shit, I missed my alarm again

Mascara stains on my pillowcase

Yesterday's styrofoam as my coffee cup

People texting me "Are you up?"

Yeah, I've been in meetings for hours

Worked out, took a shower, I'm

That girl with the perfect hair

And that girl doesn't really care

And somehow everything goes right

For that girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

When I'm running late I dent my car

And I'd call you but my phone's not charged

Yeah, I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

And I maxed out all my credit cards

Tryna play dress-up to look the part

Now I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl (Na-na, na-na, na-na)

That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl