I was never really sixteen
Is there anything I've ever really been
Never got on, never got in
Some low-life beauty queen
From a town you've never heard of
And they never really knew me
That girl, that girl, that girl from that one magazine
That girl, that girl, that girl the prettiest I've ever seen
I was different from my friends, they
Liked boys our own age
I didn't like those guys, why
I have a type
That girl, that girl, that girl from that one magazine
That girl, that girl, that girl that beauty queen
Wish that I could be an angel
Pure, pristine, unlabeled
Not judged by the people who use me
That girl, that girl, that girl from that one magazine
That girl, that girl, that girl the prettiest I've ever seen
I was different from my friends, they liked boys our own age
I didn't like those guys, why
I have a type
That girl, that girl, that girl from that one magazine
That girl, that girl, that girl that beauty, beauty queen