Things Don't Fit

Took a trip to the closet and tried on my prom dress, and it ripped
 I don't know why I thought it might fit
 I'm a whole different girl than I was when it zipped
 And my body looks nothing like it did with I was sixteen
 Not like the ones I see in magazines
 But it plays my guitar, so it's perfect for me
 So I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit
 Cause why would I look like I did in high school?
 I hated that shit
 I unbutton my pants at the restaurant when I take a seat
 I don't calculate anything that I eat
 Cause no one gives a fuck bout the size of my jeans
 And I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit
 Cause why would I look like I did in high school?
 I hated that shit
 Yeah I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit
 Cause why would I look like I did in high school?
 I hated that shit
 Oh, and nobody turns 95 and wishes that they'd bodychecked
 Nobody looks back on life and wishes that they'd been more stressed
 And nobody eats birthday cake and wishes they'd enjoyed it less
 And nobody gives a shit if you rip up an old prom dress
 And I'm gonna thank god when things don't fit
 I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit
 I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit
 Cause why would I look like I did in high school?
 I hated that shit
 Yeah I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god
 When things don't fit