Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up but I heard she changed

From a new wave fan to another kind

She thinks she's Edith Head

But you might know she's not
The accent in her speech
She didn't have growing up


She thinks she's Edith Head
Or Helen Gurly 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 thinks 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 thinks she's Edith Head

She thinks she's Edith Head now
She thinks she's Edith Head
She thinks she's Edith Head now