I met a girl the other day, her name was Chelsea.
She wasn’t much to look at, or talk to.
She liked to dye her hair and pretend she wasn’t there.
I met a girl the other day, her name was Chelsie.
She was rather boring, she just listened to music,
But she couldn’t play the guitar, growl well, or sing well.
I met a girl the other day, her name was Chelsey.
Through innocent eyes she knew hatred, she was strange.
She was a lonely girl, quite pitiful i must say.
I met a girl the other day, her name was Chelsee.
She liked to learn, she just waasn’t good at it,
She wanted to go somewhere in life and be happy.
I met a girl the other day, her name was Chelsea.
She was a stupid bitch.