Lyrics! You wouldn’t believe how everybody looked at me Like I was someone I’m supposed to be Like I’m someone that you knew You wouldn’t believe the stupid things these people care about But who am I to judge without a doubt The one who’s judging should be you You always said you loved Jack You said he was your favorite Ever since first grade, that’s always what you’d say You hated my choice of husbands And a lot of other things Can you blame me if I took his call And dared to run away? [spoken] Hi, I’m Claire McKenna, I sat alone at lunch in high school. I might-or might not-still put on shows for the dolls I still play with. I happen to be an expert on Native Americans and sustainable agriculture, make a mean Harvey Lawbanger, do magic tricks, and...marry the first boy I kissed. Which turned out to be decidedly not as romantic as it sounds. Rest assured, Grandma, I kept all that under my hat. Gone is the sad and lonely girl from Oklahoma Full of pimples, bad decisions, and regret She’s hanging up her headgear, her suspenders, and her heart And she’s going about as far as she can get Go tell that awkward, klutzy duck from Oklahoma Swan is what she’s doing from now on To you she may be a dear, but watch her disappear You think that she’s right here, but she is gone Gone is the little wounded mouse upon a prairie Who learned life doesn’t tell you what it brings She’s folded up her history, her frustration, and her doubt Love is nice, but now it’s time for other things Go tell the bumpkin from the house upon the prairie Transformation is what life is all about To you she may be a dear, but don’t you think it’s clear? You know that she has earned her ticket out If she were here, she’d finally get to breathe She’d finally get to rest She’d finally have some fun She wouldn’t be the first here with a suitcase full of dreams Maybe she would be the first with none Okay, that was dramatic But you know what I’m saying And don’t you think it’s all a little break? Gone is the sweet and tired girl from Oklahoma No one has to know she’s nothing left to lose She’s straightening her love life, her Doc Martens, and her past To walk in someone else’s gorgeous shoes Go tell that tuba-playing girl from Oklahoma The new names of all the stars she wished upon Tell her I forgive her Tell her that I free her Tell her that I love her But I just don’t wanna be her How do you still see her When she’s gone? Gone, gone, gone, gone
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Lyrics!
You wouldn’t believe how everybody looked at me
Like I was someone I’m supposed to be
Like I’m someone that you knew
You wouldn’t believe the stupid things these people care about
But who am I to judge without a doubt
The one who’s judging should be you
You always said you loved Jack
You said he was your favorite
Ever since first grade, that’s always what you’d say
You hated my choice of husbands
And a lot of other things
Can you blame me if I took his call
And dared to run away?
[spoken] Hi, I’m Claire McKenna, I sat alone at lunch in high school. I might-or might not-still put on shows for the dolls I still play with. I happen to be an expert on Native Americans and sustainable agriculture, make a mean Harvey Lawbanger, do magic tricks, and...marry the first boy I kissed. Which turned out to be decidedly not as romantic as it sounds. Rest assured, Grandma, I kept all that under my hat.
Gone is the sad and lonely girl from Oklahoma
Full of pimples, bad decisions, and regret
She’s hanging up her headgear, her suspenders, and her heart
And she’s going about as far as she can get
Go tell that awkward, klutzy duck from Oklahoma
Swan is what she’s doing from now on
To you she may be a dear, but watch her disappear
You think that she’s right here, but she is gone
Gone is the little wounded mouse upon a prairie
Who learned life doesn’t tell you what it brings
She’s folded up her history, her frustration, and her doubt
Love is nice, but now it’s time for other things
Go tell the bumpkin from the house upon the prairie
Transformation is what life is all about
To you she may be a dear, but don’t you think it’s clear?
You know that she has earned her ticket out
If she were here, she’d finally get to breathe
She’d finally get to rest
She’d finally have some fun
She wouldn’t be the first here with a suitcase full of dreams
Maybe she would be the first with none
Okay, that was dramatic
But you know what I’m saying
And don’t you think it’s all a little break?
Gone is the sweet and tired girl from Oklahoma
No one has to know she’s nothing left to lose
She’s straightening her love life, her Doc Martens, and her past
To walk in someone else’s gorgeous shoes
Go tell that tuba-playing girl from Oklahoma
The new names of all the stars she wished upon
Tell her I forgive her
Tell her that I free her
Tell her that I love her
But I just don’t wanna be her
How do you still see her
When she’s gone?
Gone, gone, gone, gone