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[Verse 1]
You say you’re “one of the guys”
In thrift-store pearls and his old disguise
Laugh at his jokes till your throat runs dry
Girl
Your mascara’s begging you to stop trying
You hate “dramatic girls
” right?
Till 3 a.m. when you text
You cry
“Do you think he likes me? Should I change my mind?”
Even your mirror’s sick of your reply
[Chorus]
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
They want a person in their world
You keep auditioning for a role
They didn’t cast
They didn’t post
Spilling your worth on the floor
For boys who barely know your name
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
They just forget you all the same (oh)
[Verse 2]
You say
“I’m just low-maintenance”
As you starve your hunger for his attention
Pretend you hate the things you love
Just to fit inside his shrinking cup
You call us “crazy
” call us “too much”
While you rearrange yourself for every crush
You swear you’re different
Swear you’re “chill”
But you’re rehearsing lines for someone else’s thrill
[Chorus]
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
They want a person in their world
You keep auditioning for a role
They didn’t cast
They didn’t post
Spilling your worth on the floor
For boys who barely know your name
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
They just forget you all the same
[Bridge]
Who told you shrinking makes you shine?
Who sold you “cool” as “mute your mind”?
You think you’re chosen
Standing last in line
Begging
“pick me
” while you disappear inside
[Chorus]
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
They want a heart that’s hers
Not theirs
You keep erasing who you are
Just to orbit around some boy’s stare
Sweeping your spine off the floor
Calling it love
Calling it fate
Men don’t want a pick-me girl
So let that version fade away (fade away)

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