Authors Note: Clarification…I'm NOT pro GoFia or whatever. I just love this song and I though it would be pretty wicked. Please don't hate me.

Disclaimer: Yah right. My birthday has come and gone and I got nothing.

Small town homecoming queen
She's the star in this scene
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she's ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

Seeing her talking to him makes my blood boil. Not even kidding. I really seriously can not stand her. She thinks she is just so great. Yah she's blond and she has a nice smile and she is really quite smart, but I still hate her. I have every reason to. She had dinner with my Grissom. Well he wasn't really mine at the time, but he kinda was…he just didn't know it yet. But he rejected me only to later extend an invitation to her. She was probably homecoming queen or some stupid shit like that. What's so great about her anyways?

She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door

Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutant
Everything that you want
Never to harsh or too demanding
Maybe I'll admit it
I'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her

She was the girl in school who all the boys liked. Girls like me…we spread some vicious rumours abouther type. They only like her for her…talents shall we say? That's what we tried to tell ourselves. The truth was that girls like me…we were jealous. We wanted that attention; we wanted to be loved like she was. Girls like Sofia had everything going for them. They were prom queens, class presidents, they had potential for greatness. She could have been goddamned Miss America if she truly felt the need. I would give my left arm to be able to put my fist in her pretty little face. I really don't like her…at all.

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands
I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She's Miss America and... she's Miss America
I'm just the girl next door...

In the end, I got my Grissom…but I don't think that she can let it go. I see the way she looks at him, I see it in her eyes. And when I see it, I gloat in my own personal glory. Revel in the fact that she is seething on the inside. I'm the one who came out on top. I'm smart and pretty and most of all I am loved…I'm loved by the man she wants…and that really truly makes everything okay.