作曲 : Jonathan Coulton
 I run the God damned pretzel store at Buckingham Mall
 Here on the east wing's second floor
 I'm belle of the ball
 But at night I could swear that I'm someone else
 Someone who's better

 Why does no one come here to save me?
 Why won't anybody stay?
 Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her

 Six hundred dollars, seven days, and I drink all I make
 While people with great big fat BA's,
 they move and they shake
 I can't dress me up, I can't take me out
 I can't do nothing

 Why does no one come here to save me?
 Why won't anybody stay?
 Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her

 You don't come by no more
 You never wear that sweater I like
 You don't say nothing that makes me think I'll ever get out of here

 It's six in the morning, I'm awake, and it's nobody's fault
 I knot them up tightly, watch them bake, and rub in the salt
 Somewhere there's a hell that was meant for me
 And I think I found it

 Why does no one come here to save me?
 Why won't anybody stay?
 Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her