Well, she's a thrift store girl
Yeah, she's a beautiful loser
She'll switch price tags for me
Sometimes we meet for coffee
And I don't think she does that for anyone but me
She dresses me for absolutely nothing
Just 'cause she really likes me

I'm here for her to serve
She asks for nothing in return
'Cause she's a thrift store babe
She's like my live-in maid
She's just a girl, but still
She's really not afraid
To call in sick so we can hang out in Wicker Park
And rot amongst the cynical prototypes of our love

And I sincerely hope that she's always around
She's around, she always stays around
She's around, she always stays around
She's around, she always stays around
She's around, she always stays around
She's around