Pasted pictures on the wall of groups she's never seen A walking, talking tribute to the fashion magazines Too hip for the suburbs Too scared of the streets All she wants out of life are rave reviews From everyone she meets She's so cool Too cool for me Her parents buy her a car Her parents buy her clothes She talks of far-off places, but she never goes When she's stoned, she's the queen Of her own little world A would-be femme fatale Just daddy's little girl She's so cool Too cool for me She wants to be a star Wants to start a band Probably just go shopping, go home, get a tam Here is the story of her misspent life Probably end up being another suburban housewife