Mean Girls I wanted to be you. You dated the Ken doll, you with the looks, you went to the prom. I stayed home with books. I wanted to be you. You pretended to like me and you laughed with your friends. I heard you. I heard your boyfriend and it wasn't nice. He said you were sloppy; he said you were ice. I didn't understand it but I wanted to be you. I wanted to be you, to color my hair red, I wanted to say the things you said just the way you said them with that toss of your head. I wanted to be you. I wanted my freedom to break all the rules, I wanted to escape the pretty pink tulle. I wanted to know why, and to know why I wanted. I wanted everything. I wanted to be you. I gave you my homework. and we were friends in class while I had the answers and the bell didn't ring. But I knew the truth, I knew everything. You were all pretend, you were kinda tough, I wanted to be you; pretend was good enough. I wanted to be you. I wanted to be you, even while I hated that drama queen show -- that helpless behavior, cleavage looking for a savior... one savior after another. You the ravished virgin mother selling sex for salvation. You, phony and shallow, and more condemnation... Yet I wanted that red dress, I wanted the best. I wanted to be you. ~XineAnn