She’s far too cool to be played,
And she’s far too smooth to stay the same,
Look at her now,
Little skinny Sara is no longer shy,
Much like everyone else, she’s learned to lie,
She used to paint, rivers and lakes,
Majestic mountains, she had never seen.
Look at her now, no longer afraid of hate.
Somehow, little skinny Sara is a woman now,
Constantly counting her numbers and flipping through invitations,
Keeping all eyes where she wants them,
She’s far too cool.
Somehow, I can’t understand it,
All the things we do, and how we change, just trying not to be alone.