All my friends are writing their resumes

My responsible friends are applying for jobs

But me, I was considering ditching Ezra, and going by Esme

Baby, would you find that so odd?

My dying friends are finding religion

While my intellectual friends are all denying God

But me, I got just one ambition

I sit around all day wishing

That the real me might be the one you want

I want to be your girlfriend

I want to walk down the street hanging from your arm

That's right, little old me, I want to be your girlfriend

And leave behind this loveless world I know

Honey, I know that I don't have the body you want in a girlfriend

What I am working with is less than ideal

But maybe, baby, it's not all about what you thought that you wanted

It's about the way I can make you feel

Oooh

I want to be your girlfriend

I want to walk down the street hanging on your arm

That's right, little old me, I want to be your girlfriend

And blow your mind each night when you come home