Well she's a thrift store girl   Yeah she's a beautiful loser   She'll switch price tags for me   Sometimes meet me for coffee   And I don't think she does that   For anyone but me   She dresses me for absolutely nothing   Just 'cause she really likes me      I'm here for her to serve   She asks for nothing in return   'Cause she's a thrift store babe   She's like my live in maid   She's just a girl but still   She's really not afraid   To call in sick so we can hang out in Wicker Park   And rot amongst the cynical prototypes of our love      And I sincerely hope that she's always around   I hope she always stays around