If you think I want the life you choose to live
I don't think I want the love you've got to give
If you think my goals could be so trivial and small
Then I don't think you know me at all

Born between the covers of your fashion books
You think you can make it, girl, on just your looks
You could never bring me up between your stands at all
I don't think you know me at all

Believing in the promise painted in your smile
I've chased what I was running from, girl, all the while
Known you for a hundred times in memories I recall
Still, I don't think you know me at all
I don't think you know me at all