Back in High School I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but I heard she`d changed
From a new wave fan to another kind
She think`s she`s Edith Head
But you might know she`s not
The accent in her speech
She didn`t have growing up
She think`s she`s Edith Head
Or Helen Girlie Brown
Or some other cultural figure
We don`t know a lot about
It`s been years since I moved away
But at Christmas I come home
And I saw her reflection
In the window of a store
She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind
I walked on by, it was complicated
And it stuck in my mind
She think`s she`s Edith Head
But you might know she`s not
The accent in her speech
She didn`t have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didn`t have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didn`t have growing up
She think`s she`s Edith Head
She think`s she`s Edith Head now
She think`s she`s Edith Head
She think`s she`s Edith Head now
She`s lost the ball
She think`s she`s Edith Head
She think`s she`s Edith Head now
She think`s she`s Edith Head
She think`s she`s Edith Head now