Текст: Liz Phair. Perfect Misfit.

when i walk down the hall
i hold my head up high
everybody's looking, dosen't mean they like me
its not so great to stand out from the crowd
i'm an easy target
they know where to find me

run a race an' i win it
sovle your problem in a minute
it's not a mystery why i'm a misfit

here's what's bad about being good
nobody thanks you when they should
do a job right respect, i mean
why can't they just see me for me?

walking with my lunch tray passing table after table
nobody makes room, everyone avoids me
people everywhere, but i feel so alone here
"oh she think's she's perfect?"
"yeah, a perfect misfit"

run a race an' i win it
sovle your problem in a minute
its not a mystery why i'm a misfit

its not the way i want to be

here's what's bad about being good
nobody thanks you when they should
do a job right respect, i mean
why can't they just see me for me?


here's what's bad about being good
nobody thanks you when they should
do a job right respect, i mean
why can't they just see me for me?

i hold my head up high
everybodys looking
dosen't mean they like me

run a race an' win it
solve your problem in a minute
its not a mystery, i'm no misfit

this is the way i'm gonna be (this is the way i'm gonna be)

here's what bad about being good
nobody thanks you when they should
set a bar high respect, i mean
why can't they just see me for me?

here's what's bad about being good
nobody likes you like they should
work so hard, why can't they see?

wish they'd just appreciate me?

here's what's good about me
here's what's good about me