You Wish

You're looking good in your new suit

Tailor made from head to foot

Laptop always on, you got it goin' on

All the girls think that you're so cute

Honey, I can't be bought

I'm not the girl that you thought

I know what money can do

But I still won't be loving you

Emailing me with poetry

You brag about your humility

IPod always on, you got it going on

Like TV reality

Yeah, you act so cool

But I know underneath it all

You're just unsecure - who needs that?

You ain't ever gonna get me now

So give it up

Take a number

I don't need you here to set me up

I don't wanna hold your hand