Well she's a thrift store girl

Yeah she's a beautiful loser

She'll switch price tags for me

Sometimes meet me for coffee

And I don't think she does that

For anyone but me

She dresses me for absolutely nothing

Just 'cause she really likes me

I'm here for her to serve

She asks for nothing in return

'Cause she's a thrift store babe

She's like my live in maid

She's just a girl but still

She's really not afraid

To call in sick so we can hang out in Wicker Park

And rot amongst the cynical prototypes of our love

And I sincerely hope that she's always around

I hope she always stays around