The popular meets the me
He's hot whilst I'm not
He's a football player
And I'm no cheerleader
I'm simple, yet complicated
He's complicated, yet simple
He's got the life
Scholarship and money
I've got straight A's and nothing
I work hard
He's hardly working
Busting his ass apparently to get his job
While I'm slaving to get a penny
Really makes you consider if you wanna be a stripper
Try to be godly but
I'm just not
Praying and trying to feel that connection
It's not happening
I can't feel you anymore
So I turn away
Away from the hatred and popular kids
Away from God and my godly friends
Cast away from every humane thing
Think of all the money that I waste on pot
They say it's illegal
That it's a crime
But I cannot say that it doesn't make me feel alive
Pictures and words blur together
But that's just what happens when you become a stripper
