Beautiful

September 1st, 1989
 Dear diary
 I believe I'm a good person
 You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but
 Here we are, first day of senior year!
 And uh, I look around at these kids
 That I've known all my life and I ask myself
 "What happened?" (Freak, slut, burnout)
 (Bug-eyes, poser, lard-ass)
 We were so tiny, happy, and shiny
 Playing tag and getting chased (freak, slut, loser, short-bus)
 Singing and clapping, laughing and napping
 Baking cookies, eating paste (bull-dyke, stuck-up, hunchback)
 Then we got bigger, that was the trigger
 Like the Huns invading Rome (ooh, ugh!) Oh, sorry
 Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school
 This is the, "Thunder dome"
 Hold your breath and count the days
 We're graduating soon (white trash!)
 College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June
 But I know, I know life can be beautiful
 I pray, I pray for a better way
 If we changed back then
 We could change again
 We can be beautiful
 (Aw) just not today
 Hey, are you okay? (Get away, nerd)
 Oh, okay (freak, slut, cripple)
 (Homo, homo, homo)
 Things will get better, soon as my letter
 Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
 Wake from this coma, take my diploma
 Then, I can blow this town
 Dream of ivy-covered walls
 And smoky French cafés (watch it!)
 Fight the urge to strike a match
 And set this dump ablaze
 (Oops)
 Ram Sweeney
 Third year as linebacker and eighth year
 Of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick
 (What did you say to me, skank?) Aah, nothing
 But I know (I know), I know life can be beautiful
 I pray (I pray), I pray for a better way
 We were kind before, we can be kind once more
 We can be beautiful (beautiful)
 Ah!
 Hey, Martha (hey)
 Martha Dunnstock, my best friend since diapers
 We on for movie night? (Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail)
 I rented, "The Princess Bride" (ho-ho-ho, again?)
 Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?
 What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending
 Martha Dump truck, wide load, honk, haha!
 Kurt Kelly, quarterback
 He is the smartest guy on the football team
 Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf (haha, alright!)
 Hey! Pick that up, right now!
 (I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?) Yes, I am
 I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend
 You're a high school has-been waiting to happen
 A future gas station attendant
 (You have a zit right there, hahaha)
 Dear diary, why? (Why do they hate me?)
 Why don't I fight back?
 Why do I act like such a creep?
 Why? (Why won't he date me?)
 Why did I hit him?
 Why do I cry myself to sleep?
 Why? (Somebody hug me)
 Somebody fix me, somebody save me
 Send me a sign, God, give me some hope, here
 Something to live for
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 (Ahh-ah)
 (Heather, Heather, and Heather)
 And then there's the Heathers
 They float above it all
 (I love Heather, Heather, and Heather)
 Heather McNamara, head cheerleader (I love Heather)
 Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings (Heather and Heather)
 Heather Duke, runs the yearbook (I want Heather)
 No discernible personality (Heather, Heather)
 But, her mom did pay for implants (and Heather)
 And Heather Chandler, the almighty (I need Heather, Heather)
 She is a mythic bitch
 They're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed
 I would give anything to be like that
 (Mmm) I'd like to be their boyfriend (that would be beautiful)
 (Mmm) if I sat at their table, guys would notice me (so beautiful)
 (Hmm) I'd like them to be nicer (that would be beautiful)
 I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in
 An abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats
 Grow up, Heather, bulimia is so '87
 Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather
 Yeah, Heather, maybe I should
 Ah, Heather and Heather
 And Heather
 Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting
 You're late for class
 Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her
 Not without a hall pass, you're not
 Week's detention
 Um, actually, Miss Fleming
 All four of us are out on a hall pass
 Yearbook committee
 I see you're all listed
 Hurry up and get where you're going
 This is an excellent forgery
 Who are you? (Uh, Veronica Sawyer)
 I crave a boon (what boon?)
 Um, let me sit at your table, at lunch
 Just once, no talking necessary
 If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone
 Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes
 How about prescriptions?
 Shut up, Heather (sorry, Heather)
 For a greasy little nobody
 You do have good bone structure
 And a symmetrical face
 If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull
 I'd have matching halves, that's very important
 Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds
 And you know, you know, you know
 This could be beautiful
 Mascara, maybe some lip gloss
 And we're on our way
 Get this girl some blush
 And Heather, I need your brush
 Let's make her beautiful
 Let's make her beautiful
 Let's make her beautiful (make her beautiful)
 Okay? (Okay)
 Out of my way, geek
 I don't want trouble
 You're gonna die at 3 p.m
 Don't you dare touch me
 Get away, pervert
 What did I ever do to them?
 Who could survive this?
 I can't escape this
 I think I'm dying
 Who's that with Heather?
 Whoa!
 (Heather, Heather, Heather)
 And someone
 (Heather, Heather, Heather)
 And a babe
 (Heather, Heather, Heather)
 Veronica? (Veronica?)
 (Veronica?)
 (Veronica?)
 And you know, you know, you know
 Life can be beautiful
 You hope, you dream, you pray
 And you get your way (beautiful)
 Ask me, how it feels?
 Looking like hell on wheels
 My God, it's beautiful (beautiful)
 I might be beautiful (beautiful)
 And when you're beautiful
 It's a beautiful frickin' day! (Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica)
 Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! (Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica)
 Veronica, Veronica, Veronica, Veronica!