Verse 1

My heart is sagging with anger,

And I've gotta get it out with this song.

No, I'm not selling myself short,

I don't lack confidence, don't get me wrong.

What I lack is mature men around me who have what it takes

To appreciate this kind heart of mine, they're all Trojan snakes.

Chorus

And here's a song for us, girls behind the glasses,

We're hidden well in plain sight among the masses.

We don't take self-ies, don't do duck-faces.

We don't wear heels, or little black dresses.

And our Sundays are spent with our text books,

Because silly boys can't look beyond looks.

Verse 2

Nothing's wrong with us, we're good girls,

I suspect, something's really wrong with them-

They pick pretty over genuine,

They're treating love like it's a fishing game.

We still fall for them, and we get our hearts broken, and we cry.

But I'll tell you something I've realized- we don't need a guy.

Chorus

And here's a song for us, girls behind the glasses,

We're hidden well in plain sight among the masses.

We don't take self-ies, don't do duck-faces.

We don't wear heels, or little black dresses.

And our Sundays are spent with our text books,

Because silly boys can't look beyond looks.

Bridge

Well, let them date the home coming queen.

We're all familiar with the cliché movie scene.

Let him hurt, let him break, and let him never change his ways.

Let us build ourselves, let us work hard for nights and days,

Till the girl behind the glasses,

Is lecturing classes

And winning medals for research

In the sweetest March.

Chorus

And here's a song for us, girls behind the glasses,

We're hidden well in plain sight among the masses.

We don't take self-ies, don't do duck-faces.

We don't wear heels, or little black dresses.

And our Sundays are spent with our text books,

Because silly boys can't look beyond looks.