You're waiting for something better to come along
Looking at real estate in Houston all day long
While here in Paris you're staring out a window
At a city that you used to love
Maybe the novelty's worn off
Maybe what you get is less than what you're giving up
You see the sun go down and the buildings light up
You tell me your stories every lunch
Like the one with the bartender and the motorbike
One bar in Pigalle, some late Saturday night
And it seems to me
That you're most likely to be on reality TV
You're as perfect as can be
So god bless the other American girl in the office
You tell me you want to devote your life to science
So why are we working towards someone else's dream
All we ever do after work is shop for appliances
That we don't need
What's the point in even being 23
You're singing Lana Del Rey in the halls
You're passing your lipstick across the desk
For me to try on
You tell me my northeast accent is funny
It's nothing compared to a texan drawl
And it seems to me
That you're most likely to be on reality TV
You're as perfect as can be
So god bless the other American girl in the office
So god bless the other American girl in the office