Too many hours in my bed, and in my head I can't make sense of anything I said I rip my brain to shreds I'm such a mess Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha All of the pressure to be better Or whatever Girly sweaters, wear to be like them And I don't really wanna pretend In my baby blue mom jeans and a baggy shirt 'Cause I don't feel like me in a miniskirt But in my blue mom jeans I'm the king of the world And, man, I feel like a pretty girl Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh (man, I feel like a pretty girl) mm Stop telling me what I should wear Yes, I just woke up and yes, I don't really care 'Cause I'm too cool (that's a lie) I hate you (all the time) And I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I'm gonna cry And you keep telling me off saying that I'm not enough You've got your low rise jeans And now they've got a cuff You wanna call me on my cell phone Just to tell me, morgen, your shit blows In my baby blue mom jeans and a baggy shirt 'Cause I don't feel like me in a miniskirt But in my blue mom jeans I'm the king of the world And, man, I feel like a pretty girl Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh (man, I feel like a pretty girl)