She had to make plans to leave what she couldn't stand
She didn't wanna work where she had to stand all day, it made her feet ache
So she started selling by the 3.5
She had to surround herself with people she hates
But does it matter
At least they'll have her
It's bread that matters
These 3.5s won't sell themselves
She's always by herself
She longs for someone else but you could never tell
Yea I swear you'd never tell
Her turn around was just a grand
In just six months she's gonna graduate
But she wants to live like a diva
But she don't look Selena
She's gotta rack like Sabrina with pouty lips like Angelina
A drug dealer girl, with a tiny little waste
Serving wedding cake 3.5s
With a long look on her face but
Up in Heaven angel, you could have my heart