L.A. tried to tell me I wasn't very pretty
And they don't give a prize to girls who are witty
So f*** you in the face
You need to get out of this place
To the flyover states
And remember what people look like
In Buffalo the girls don't have to be underweight
They have hips and b**** and even menstruate
And all of my friends still have real noses
And the boys like them anyway
So the problem I suppose is
You gotta let go of your stupid ideal
Try to see the beauty in what's real
I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm a s**y b**** there, don't you know?
The boys like me in Buffalo
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go
You say you wanna find a girl who has it all
Hotter than Gisele and funnier than Lucille Ball
In the battle of wits and t***
We all know which way you'll go
But "I Love Gisele" wasn't the name of that TV show
I'm from a town where mullets aren't ironic
So when I go home people want it
I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm a foxy m************ there, don't you know?
The girls like me in Buffalo
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go
I could wear Lee Press-On Nails
And Carhartt gear and crunchy bangs
And still be in the fashion show at the mall
I could drink beer every night
And eat nothing but chicken wings
And still pick up dudes at the pool hall
'Cause I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm all over your face there, don't you know?
They all like me in Buffalo
So maybe I should just pack my stuff and go
And they don't give a prize to girls who are witty
So f*** you in the face
You need to get out of this place
To the flyover states
And remember what people look like
In Buffalo the girls don't have to be underweight
They have hips and b**** and even menstruate
And all of my friends still have real noses
And the boys like them anyway
So the problem I suppose is
You gotta let go of your stupid ideal
Try to see the beauty in what's real
I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm a s**y b**** there, don't you know?
The boys like me in Buffalo
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go
You say you wanna find a girl who has it all
Hotter than Gisele and funnier than Lucille Ball
In the battle of wits and t***
We all know which way you'll go
But "I Love Gisele" wasn't the name of that TV show
I'm from a town where mullets aren't ironic
So when I go home people want it
I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm a foxy m************ there, don't you know?
The girls like me in Buffalo
And if you don't believe me, I'll tell you where you can go
I could wear Lee Press-On Nails
And Carhartt gear and crunchy bangs
And still be in the fashion show at the mall
I could drink beer every night
And eat nothing but chicken wings
And still pick up dudes at the pool hall
'Cause I'm pretty in Buffalo
I'm all over your face there, don't you know?
They all like me in Buffalo
So maybe I should just pack my stuff and go