Lyrics: Joe Rubel/Maisie Peters
Music: Joe Rubel/Maisie Peters
Producer: Ian Fitchuk/Maisie Peters
I've never been the angel in the perfume ad
My body's not a temple, more a bachelorette pad
My cups are barely A's, my teeth aren't straight
My jeans are as cool as my music taste
Sometimes when I sing I get the big note wrong
The teenagers held onto that all summer long
And my skin isn't thick, yeah, that shit made me cry
In Birmingham, Jesus Christ
So I'm not the coolest or the greatest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man, anymore
Who gives a ****?
When I'm, I'm in love
The it girls with their little dogs and Mary Janes
I hope they represent us when the aliens invade
I will hold your hand there in my walking boots
They'll ask me if I'm special, I'll say just to you
'Cause I don't really care about the fashion balls
My lover likes me best with nothing on at all
Yeah, he loves my stretch marks and my baby face
Here's to my buccal fat and looking my goddamn age
Oh, I'm not the coolest or the greatest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man, anymore
Who gives a ****?
When I'm, I'm in love
So I'm not the funnest or the youngest in the club
It doesn't matter, oh man
Honestly, I wish 'em luck
'Cause I am healthy, I am yours, and that's enough
Glitz and glamour, oh man
Honestly, who wants the stuff?
So **** the jet, I'll take the bus with you
'Cause we're in love
Audio Engineer: Joe Rubel/Konrad Snyder/Robert Sellens
Backing Vocals: Greta Ray
Guitar: Joe Rubel
Vocals: Maisie Peters
Bass: Ian Fitchuk
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Adam Burt/Katie Harvey/Noah McCorkle
Vocal Recording Engineer: Konrad Snyder
Mixing Engineer: Brad Lauchert
Mixing Engineer: Jon Castelli