Margot Tenenbaum Songtext
Studied the arts, but male validation, the only thing that really got her attention
Squeezing everyone out like soft serve
Drop it on a pavement like it won't hurt
In a corner, always sulking, Margot Tenenbaum
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
And only when it's handy, goes Fourth-wave feminism
Always had the looks, but not really quite the charm
Her boyfriend's so shitty, he's always so busy, never makes her happy (Nah)
He wеnt to a party, he's just with his homies, she stands thеre like honey (Oh my God)
Squeezing everyone out like soft serve
Drop it on a pavement like it won't hurt
In a corner, always sulking, Margot Tenenbaum
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
And only when it's handy, goes Fourth-wave feminism
Always had the looks, but not really quite the charm
Her boyfriend's so shitty, he's always so busy, never makes her happy (Nah)
He wеnt to a party, he's just with his homies, she stands thеre like honey (Oh my God)
She said you don't know me, she thinks I don't know me, she's clutching so tightly
Praying for beef, she hides on the daily, she wonders what might be, out there (Whoa)
In a corner, always sulking, Margot Tenenbaum
Clinging, nagging, clinging, she's everyone's problem
And only when it's handy, goes fourth-wave feminism
Always had the looks, But not really quite the same power
Lonely like Eleanor Rigby, still cutting people off
Like Edward Scissorhand-y, her friends have it rough
Healing's a journey, she suffers so greatly, she does it so bravely
Her exes were crazy, she shot them with Uzi's, said they were fugazi
(Whoa, Yeah)
All that education, so you can't read the signs
That big brain of yours won't let you just be fine
It's sad to witness, they should teach this in school
How to finally be cool with just doin' you
All that education, so you can't read the signs
That big brain of yours won't let you just be fine
It's sad to witness, they should teach this in school How to finally be cool with just doin' you
In a corner, always sulking, like Margot Tenenbaum
Too good for this party, burn it all down
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
Always had the looks, but not really quite the charm
In a corner, always sulking, like Margot Tenenbaum
Too good for this party, burn it all down
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
Always had the looks, not really quite the charm
There's a certain kind of girl you'll meet in the city
Pretty as a flower, and special as a snowflake
But gives you a feeling, like turning a page when you already know how the story ends
I've seen her on cold winter nights, walking up Queen Street with vengeance on her mind
And a tear freezing down her cheek
Maybe I'm obsessed with tragic beauty
Or maybe I've never met anyone more blessed or less free
Praying for beef, she hides on the daily, she wonders what might be, out there (Whoa)
In a corner, always sulking, Margot Tenenbaum
Clinging, nagging, clinging, she's everyone's problem
And only when it's handy, goes fourth-wave feminism
Always had the looks, But not really quite the same power
Lonely like Eleanor Rigby, still cutting people off
Like Edward Scissorhand-y, her friends have it rough
Healing's a journey, she suffers so greatly, she does it so bravely
Her exes were crazy, she shot them with Uzi's, said they were fugazi
(Whoa, Yeah)
All that education, so you can't read the signs
That big brain of yours won't let you just be fine
It's sad to witness, they should teach this in school
How to finally be cool with just doin' you
All that education, so you can't read the signs
That big brain of yours won't let you just be fine
It's sad to witness, they should teach this in school How to finally be cool with just doin' you
In a corner, always sulking, like Margot Tenenbaum
Too good for this party, burn it all down
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
Always had the looks, but not really quite the charm
In a corner, always sulking, like Margot Tenenbaum
Too good for this party, burn it all down
Insecure and pretty, it's everyone's problem
Always had the looks, not really quite the charm
There's a certain kind of girl you'll meet in the city
Pretty as a flower, and special as a snowflake
But gives you a feeling, like turning a page when you already know how the story ends
I've seen her on cold winter nights, walking up Queen Street with vengeance on her mind
And a tear freezing down her cheek
Maybe I'm obsessed with tragic beauty
Or maybe I've never met anyone more blessed or less free
