Phoebe Lyrics

I went to New York
′Cause a man in a suit told me
"You're gonna be a star"
I said, "Yeah, I know," but it came out like
"What who me?"
I took a walk on the beach
′Cause a guy doesn't like me back
Even though I'm gonna be a star
Guess I don′t have it, guess I don′t have it after all

But it's okay
′Cause my life is so exciting
Every night is like a party
'Cause I bit the bullet
I′m finally watching Friends
What took me so long?
I say to no one
'Cause I′m alone all the time

But now I'm never lonely
Not since I met Joey
But when I turn the lights off
Joey doesn't hold me
And in my darkest moment
I wonder if I met him out at a bar
If he′d see in me a perfect star
And want to take me home for that reason only

′Cause why else would you want me?
I think I've got a fucked-up face
And that thought used to haunt me
′Til I fell in its sweet embrace
Now I don't sweat the acne
It′s a bitch, but it goes away
And who cares if I'm pretty?
I feel like I′m Phoebe

I feel like it totally works
When the blue in my skirt doesn't work with the blue in my top
And if I tried to be her, it'd fall so flat
You′d feel badly

And most of these days
I feel the dull ache
But then I say, "Stop"
And then I feel great
′Cause it could be worse
I know, I know
Know it in the worst way
We rehearsed this, mm

Everything's okay
′Cause my life is so enticing
In the corner eating icing
It's a birthday party
These people aren′t my friends
I'm thinking so long
Amidst their deep talk
′Bout someone they didn't invite

But I'd rather be lonely
Counted out and homely
I know that he′ll need me
Once he gets to know me
Wonder when I′ll meet him
Wonder if he's sitting there at a bar
And if he likes ′em avant-garde
Huh, that's just what they told me

′Cause why else would you want me?
I think I've got a fucked up face
And that thought used to haunt me
′Til I fell in its sweet embrace
Now I don't sweat the acne
It's a bitch, but it goes away
And who cares if I′m pretty?
I feel like I′m Phoebe
I feel like a-oh whoa

No, I'm good, thanks for asking
That′d be awesome, but no worries if not
Best believe, I can hack it
Check it out, I made it this far
Had to dig deep inside me
'Til I found what I was looking for
It was right there inside me
It was beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful

′Cause why else would you want me?
I think I've got a fucked-up face (gorgeous, amazing)
And that thought used to haunt me
′Til I fell in its sweet embrace
Now I don't sweat the acne
It's a bitch, but it goes away
And who cares if I′m pretty?
I feel like I′m Phoebe
I feel like a-oh, whoa

Who cares if I'm pretty
I feel like I′m Phoebe
I feel like a-oh whoa (oh-oh-whoa)