I watch them day by day,
My mouth drooling over how they squeeze themselves
In those skimpy little outfits
When I sit there hanging off the chair.
They flirt with boys, making more than friends,
I'm in the backgrond, everything to myself.

They starve for attention,
I have a hunger to be like them.
I pretend not to have any tase
And push everything aside,
But somehow they manage to wash their mouths out with soap.

Every change is never successful.
It seems like my mint chocolate phone
Somehow gets too close to my mouth.

Those annual trips pain me,
Just to see that something is always being added.
And each time there, it seems like a new number
Is added to my phone book,
Yet none ever get dialed.

Realizing what's ahead,
And knowing that I just don't fit,
I'll try, and maybe get somewhere.
Hopefully half of me will leave,
And the other half
Won't get itself into anything too big.