Well she's a thrift store girl
  Yeah she's a beautiful loser
  She'll switch price tags for me
  Sometimes meet me for coffee
  And I don't think she does that
  For anyone but me
  She dresses me for absolutely nothing
  Just 'cause she really likes me
  I'm here for her to serve
  She asks for nothing in return
  'Cause she's a thrift store babe
  She's like my live in maid
  She's just a girl but still
  She's really not afraid
  To call in sick so we can hang out in Wicker Park
  And rot amongst the cynical prototypes of our love
  And I sincerely hope that she's always around
  I hope she always stays around