All the things she wasn’t
Taught her life was not much more
Than looking for a husband
With a straight face
With a straight face
Friends are playing Barbie dolls
She doesn’t feel so normal
Picture from the senior prom
The gown was big and formal
With a straight face
With a straight face
The family name, you ought to be ashamed
Your father yelled, your mother prayed
They mean well, they’re tryin’ to fix your soul
Or they’re trying to get you laid
Or they just roll their eyes
Like you’re not something God made
With a straight face
The neighbors called him “mamma’s boy”
He wants to be a dancer
Questions they don’t want to ask
He’s afraid to answer
With a straight face
With a straight face
His friends are playing Superman
He pretends he’s normal
Picture from the senior prom
The smile was big and formal
With a straight face
With a straight face
The family name, you ought to be ashamed
Your father yelled, your mother prayed
They mean well, they’re tryin’ to fix your soul
Or they’re trying to get you laid
Or they just roll their eyes
Like you’re not something God made
With a straight face
They dressed her up in lace and curls All the things she wasn’t Taught her life was not much more Than looking for a husband With a straight face With a straight face Friends are playing Barbie dolls She doesn’t feel so normal Picture from the senior prom The gown was big and formal With a straight face With a straight face The family name, you ought to be ashamed Your father yelled, your mother prayed They mean well, they’re tryin’ to fix your soul Or they’re trying to get you laid Or they just roll their eyes Like you’re not something God made With a straight face The neighbors called him “mamma’s boy” He wants to be a dancer Questions they don’t want to ask He’s afraid to answer With a straight face With a straight face His friends are playing Superman He pretends he’s normal Picture from the senior prom The smile was big and formal With a straight face With a straight face The family name, you ought to be ashamed Your father yelled, your mother prayed They mean well, they’re tryin’ to fix your soul Or they’re trying to get you laid Or they just roll their eyes Like you’re not something God made With a straight face Explain Request ×
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