She’s so fun and so sweet
And everything I hate about a girl you would like more than me.
I guess I’ll get used to seeing you happy.
Still it makes me sad. That’s the truth.

I’m probably stupid for feeling this way
My opinion’s unauthorized in so many ways
But if there’s a chance you might care what I say
She’s good. Good for you.

I should be proud of you.
Being grown up is a hard road to take.
I know that I’ll get there someday, and I’d say
She’s good. Good for you.

I’m probably wasting my breath with every word I say
And I’m not entitled to think it matters anyway
But if there’s hope of you hearing me today
She’s good!