Girl For The Job

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

My boss is a beast in stilettos

I try to do well and then, bam!

She dresses me down like I'm some sort of clown

How stupid does she think I am?

And why is she this goddess almighty

To her overdressed, underfed mob?

It's abundantly clear

That nobody here thinks I'm the girl for the job

The girl for the job

(Bad day?)

I don't wanna talk about it

Let's talk about you, how was your day?

(Well, the farmers market had these incredible acorn squash)

I thought I knew what I signed up for

It's fashion, how hard can it be?

(So we are gonna talk about your day?)

But this ruthless, extravagant snake pit

Is starting to horrify me

And they're rolling their eyes in the hallway

While I sit in the bathroom and sob

So I'm quitting tonight

(You are?)

I was right!

I'm not the girl for the job

The girl for the job

(Here, call right now, I'm making tacos)

Yeah, I'm gonna call right now

(Yeah, and tomorrow you'll get another job)

(One where you actually get to write something)

Totally, huh, totally

But that's what they want

Wouldn't they love to watch me walk away?

Go down in defeat

They'd say, "She was sweet

But couldn't last a day"

And think of the look on Miranda's face

If I march back in and stay

(Wait, stay? What just happened?)

Put on your big girl pants, Andy

And just stick it out for a year

(A year?)

Take Miranda's B.S. and then when she's impressed

I'll walk out for my real life career

I'll give it a thousand percent now

And show that insufferable snob

That out of the million girls who would kill for it

She got the best damn girl for the job

That out of the million girls who would kill for it