Jill Sobule - Nothing To Prove lyrics

I remember laying down It was 1983 Under the tree while listening to London Calling or something like that Twenty-three years later I'm here at a meeting Trying to impress someone at a dying record company I got nothing to prove And in walks in this sullen girl who looks like she's nineteen, or wants to be With her biker boots and her hair dyed black Did that look so many years ago She looks at me like I'm some square Or I'm like her mother Well, f** you, kid; I got nothing to prove Nothing to prove Nothing to prove Once I was as miserable as you Nothing to prove Nothing to prove I got nothing to prove And here I am in Los Angeles I came here two years ago And everyone's young and beautiful, and their skin is so smooth And everyone's in the industry, and I hate when they use that word And when they tell me they're in the industry, I ask, "Oh, are you in steel?" I've got nothing to prove Nothing to prove Nothing to prove Once I was as miserable as you Nothing to prove Nothing to prove I got nothing to prove And later that week I saw that same girl shopping at the Trader Joe's on La Brea She was with a big bomb blonde, and I wondered if it was her girlfriend Surprisingly, she came up to me and smiled and said she loved our meeting Maybe I judged her wrong But usually I'm right I got nothing to prove Nothing to prove Nothing to prove Once I was as miserable as you Nothing to prove Nothing to prove I got nothing to prove Nothing to prove Nothing to prove Once I was as miserable as you Nothing to prove Nothing to prove I got nothing to prove