That Girl

She wakes up right before her alarm goes off
Takes herself on a daily walk
Seventy degrees with a light breeze
Drinks coffee black, and she leaves her phone at home
Reading poetry on the coast
Finding inner peace, yeah, I'm tryna be

That girl with the perfect hair
And that girl doesn't really care
And somehow, everything goes right
For that girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

When I'm running late I dent my car
And I'd call you but my phone's not charged
Yeah, I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard
And I maxed out all my credit cards
Tryna play dress-up to look the part
Now I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl
(My phone just died — no!)

I wake up, grab my phone, it's 2 PM
Shit, I missed my alarm again
Mascara stains on my pillowcase
Yesterday's styrofoam as my coffee cup
People texting me: Are you up?
Yeah, I've been in meetings for hours
Worked out, took a shower, I'm

That girl with the perfect hair
And that girl doesn't really care
And somehow everything goes right
For that girl, that girl, wanna be that girl

When I'm running late I dent my car
And I'd call you but my phone's not charged
Yeah, I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard
And I maxed out all my credit cards
Tryna play dress-up to look the part
Now I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard

That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl (na-na, na-na, na-na)
That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl