LA tried to tell me, I wasn’t very pretty and They don’t give a prize to girls who are witty so Fuck you in the face You need to get out of this place To the flyover states And remember what people look like
In Buffalo the girls don’t have to be underweight They have hips and boobs and even menstruate All of my friends still have real noses And the boys like them anyway So the problem I suppose is
You gotta let go of your stupid ideal And try to see the beauty in what’s real
And I’m pretty in Buffalo I’m a sexy bitch there don’t you know The boys like me in Buffalo And if you don’t believe me I’ll tell you where you can go
You say you wanna find a girl who has it all Hotter than Giselle and funnier than Lucile Ball In the battle of wits and tits We both know which way you’ll go But ‘I Love Giselle’ wasn’t the name of that TV show
I’m from a town where mullets aren’t ironic So when I go home people want it
Cause I’m pretty in Buffalo I’m a foxy mother fucker there don’t you know The girls like me in Buffalo And if you don’t believe me I’ll tell you where you can go
I could wear Lee press-on nails and Carhart gear and crunchy bangs And still be in the fashion show at the mall I could drink beer every night and eat nothing but chicken wings And still pick up dudes at the pool hall
And I’m pretty in Buffalo I’m all over your face there don’t you know They all like me in Buffalo Maybe I should just pack my stuff and go