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Beautiful
Laurence O'Keefe and Kevin Murphy
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September 1st, 1989
Dear diary
I believe I'm a good person
You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but
Here we are, first day of senior year and, uh
I look around at these kids that I've known all my life
And I ask myself: What happened?
Freak, slut, burnout, bug-eyes, poser, lard-ass
We were so tiny, happy and shiny
Playing tag and getting chased
Freak, slut, loser, short bus
Singing and clapping, laughing and napping
Baking cookies, eating paste
Bull-dyke, stuck-up, hunchback
Then we got bigger, that was the trigger
Like the Huns invading Rome
Huh
Ugh, oh, sorry
Welcome to my school
This ain't no high school, this is the Thunderdome
Hold your breath and count the days
We're graduating soon
White trash
College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June
But I know, I know life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed back then, we could change again
We can be beautiful
Ow
Just not today
Hey, are you okay?
Get away, nerd
Oh, okay
Freak, slut, cripple, homo, homo, homo
Things will get better soon as my letter
Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
Wake from this coma, take my diploma
Then I can blow this town
Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky french cafรฉs
Watch it
Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze
Oops
Ram Sweeney
Third year as linebacker and eighth year
Of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick
What did you say to me, skank?
Ah, nothing
But I know (I know), I know (I know) life can be beautiful
I pray (I pray), I pray (I pray) for a better way
We were kind before (ooh)
We can be kind once more (ooh)
We can be beautiful (ooh, beautiful)
Agh, hey, Martha
Hey
Martha Dunnstock, my best friend since diapers
We on for movie night?
Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail
I rented The Princess Bride
Ho-ho-ho, again?
Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?
What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending
Martha Dumptruck
Wide load, honk, haha
Kurt Kelly, quarterback
He is the smartest guy on the football team
Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf
Haha, alright
Hey, pick that up, right now
I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?
Yes, I am
I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend
You're a high school has-been waiting to happen
A future gas station attendant
You have a zit right there
Hahahahaha
Dear diary, why?
Why do they hate me?
Why don't I fight back?
Why do I act like such a creep?
Why?
Why won't he date me?
Why did I hit him?
Why do I cry myself to sleep?
Why?
Somebody hug me
Somebody fix me
Somebody save me
Send me a sign, God, give me some hope here
Something to live for
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Ah-ah, Heather, Heather, and Heather
And then there's the Heathers, they float above it all
I love Heather, Heather, and Heather
Heather McNamara, head cheerleader (I hate Heather)
Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings (Heather, and Heather)
Heather Duke, runs the yearbook (I want Heather)
No discernible personality
But her mom did pay for implants (Heather, and Heather)
And Heather Chandler
The almighty (I need Heather, Heather, and Heather)
She is a mythic bitch
They're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed
I would give anything to be like that
I'd like to be their boyfriend
That would be beautiful
If I sat at their table, guys would notice me
So beautiful
I'd like them to be nicer
That would be beautiful
I'd like to kidnap a Heather
And photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse
And leave her tied up for the rats
Grow up, Heather, bulimia's so 87
Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather
Yeah, Heather, maybe I should
Ah, Heather and Heather
And Heather
Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting
You're late for class
Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her
Not without a hall pass, you're not
Weeks detention
Um, actually, Miss Fleming
All four of us are out on a hall pass
Yearbook Committee
I see you're all listed
Hurry up and get where you're going
This is an excellent forgery
Who are you?
Uh, Veronica Sawyer
I crave a boon
What boon?
Um, let me sit at your table at lunch
Just once, no talking necessary
If people think that you guys tolerate me
Then they'll leave me alone
Before you answer, I also do report cards
Permission slips and absence notes
How about prescriptions?
Shut up, Heather
Sorry, Heather
For a greasy little nobody
You do have good bone structure
And a symmetrical face
If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull
I'd have matching halves
That's very important
Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds
And you know, you know, you know?
This could be beautiful
Mascara, maybe some lip gloss
And we're on our way
Get this girl some blush
And, Heather, I need your brush
Let's make her beautiful
Let's make her beautiful
Let's make her beautiful
Make her beautiful
Okay?
Okay
Out of my way, geek
I don't want trouble
You're gonna die at three PM
Don't you dare touch me
Get away, pervert
What did I ever do to them?
Who could survive this?
I can't escape this
I think I'm dying
Who's that with Heather?
Woah
Heather, Heather, Heather
And someone
Heather, Heather, Heather
And a babe
Heather, Heather, Heather
Veronica?
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
And you know, you know, you know (oh-oh)
Life can be beautiful
You hope, you dream, you pray (oh-ah)
And you get your way (beautiful)
Ask me how it feels
Looking like hell on wheels (ooh-ah)
My God, it's beautiful (beautiful)
I might be beautiful (beautiful)
But when you're beautiful (ahh)
It's a beautiful fricking day
Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica (hey, yeah)
Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
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