She wakes up right before her alarm goes off Takes herself on a daily walk Seventy degrees with a light breeze Drinks coffee black and she leaves her phone at home Reading poetry on the coast Finding inner peace, yeah I'm tryna be That girl with the perfect hair And that girl doesn't really care And somehow everything goes right for that girl That girl, wanna be that girl When I'm running late, I tell my car And I call you but my phone's out of charge And I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard And I'm maxed out on my credit cards Tryna play dress up to look the part Now I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl Oh, my phone just died No I wake up, got my phone and it's 2pm Shit, I missed my alarm again Mascara stains on my pillowcase Yesterday's telephone is my coffee cup People texting me, are you up? Yeah, I've been in meetings for hours Worked out, took a shower I'm that girl with the perfect hair And that girl doesn't really care And somehow everything goes right for that girl That girl, wanna be that girl When I'm running late, I tell my car And I call you but my phone's out of charge And I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard And I'm maxed out on my credit cards Tryna play dress up to look the part And I'm just that girl who tries like way too damn hard That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, that girl, wanna be that girl That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, na-na-na-na-na-na That girl, that girl, be that girl