Pretty In Buffalo Lyrics

L.A. tried to tell me I wasn't very pretty And they don't give a prize to girls who are witty So f*ck you in the face You need to get out of this place To the flyover states And remember what people look like

In Buffalo the girls don't have to be underweight They have hips and boobs and even menstruate And all of my friends still have real noses And the boys like them anyway So the problem I suppose is You gotta let go of your stupid ideal Try to see the beauty in what's real

I'm pretty in Buffalo I'm a sexy bitch there, don't you know? The boys like me in Buffalo And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go

You say you wanna find a girl who has it all Hotter than Gisele and funnier than Lucille Ball In the battle of wits and tits We all know which way you'll go But "I Love Gisele" wasn't the name of that TV show I'm from a town where mullets aren't ironic So when I go home people want it
I'm pretty in Buffalo I'm a foxy mother f*cker there, don't you know? The girls like me in Buffalo And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go

I could wear Lee Press-On Nails And Carhartt gear and crunchy bangs And still be in the fashion show at the mall I could drink beer every night And eat nothing but chicken wings And still pick up dudes at the pool hall

'Cause I'm pretty in Buffalo I'm all over your face there, don't you know? They all like me in Buffalo So maybe I should just pack my stuff and go

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