That Ordinary Girl

She was an ordinary girl,
blue eyes, bright eyes
with only one or two tries
left for everyone
and she sits at her desk,
legs crossed below the knees
like a good girl
with a paper lunch bag
and a paperclip heart
and she's watching you
take a gun out of your pocket
to stab her in the back,

one, two, three, somebody's
gonna make you sing
and it just might be, maybe,
might be that ordinary girl

and you'll be keeping
those promises, those kisses
everything you gave to her
with those beautiful bright eyes
hiding behind the lies
and she dances, she dances
to take her mind off
then on goes the light
and mascara in her tears
makes you look away
and nobody is in her mirror,
watching her anymore,

one, two, three, somebody's
gonna make you sing
and it just might be, maybe,
might be that ordinary girl,

she's turning her back on you
with no use for that memory
that may or may not be over
but she won't be listening
as she is dancing, singing,
everything that you laughed at
because she was that ballerina
without her ballet
and that paperclip heart is gone,
thrown away in the trash can
like that paper lunch bag
because she's on that stage now

one, two, three, somebody's
gonna make you sing
and it just might be, maybe,
might be that ordinary girl
she's gonna be somebody someday