Girl With the Brain

I've become a mockery
Of the girl with the braids
And the brain

She'd stay up nights and
Delight herself by
Inventing the things
That she'd dream

"Money and good looks don't
Mean much to me,
I'm happy as a clam"
Now look at this place,
Try to find the young girl

She's working and looking
She's stopped with the cooking
(It feels like she's hooking
Just call for a booking)
Don't ask for the girl
With the brains...