It’s summertime
And she’s out every night—
Out till who-knows-when;
She thinks she’s everybody’s friend.
With her bleach blond hair
And the tight clothes she wears,
Sun-tanned skin;
She’s model-perfect thin.
And all her old friends say
She’s gone cliché.
She won’t hear a word they say,
Claims she never liked them anyway.
Everyone’s trying to figure out
How all these changes came about.
She turned sixteen,
Hit the social scene.
And there doesn’t seem to be an end,
She’s betrayed her only friends.
She stands before the mirror,
And the party isn’t even near.
Has to get the make-up done just right,
Can’t risk looking less than perfect tonight.
And all her old friends say
She’s gone cliché.
She won’t hear a word they say,
Claims she never liked them anyway.
And everyone’s trying to figure out
What she’s gotten herself into now.
She’s the girl who gets with every guy,
The girl who tells lie after lie.
She’s the girl who’ll wind up broken in the end.
Yeah, that was the girl who was my best friend.