Why Elle Can’t Be My Girl

(Verse 1) Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell, About a girl we all know, her name is Elle, She can't cook, she can't clean, she's feeling all mean, But we're gonna break it down, so gather round the scene. She walks into the kitchen, like she's got some skills, But the fire alarm's ringing, before she even grills, Her cleaning's a disaster, a catastrophe, no doubt, The mess she leaves behind, got us all freakin' out. (Chorus) Elle, Elle, what you tryna do, Life seems to be a struggle, just to make it through, With the way you act so mean, and your messy routine, You gotta step up your game, become a better queen. (Verse 2) Now let's talk about swimming, or your lack thereof, You ain't no Michael Phelps, not even close to that love, You hit the water flailing, like a fish outta reach, Girl, just stay on land, practice what you preach. People sayin' Hitler would've killed you, but hey, That's a messed-up thing to say, let's not play that game, Let's focus on growth, getting stronger every day, Build a better version of Elle and make it all okay. (Bridge) Your awkward ways and your Eiffel Tower head, The way you run, makin' faces, all the things that you dread, We ain't here to put you down, but to confront the truth, It's time to change and rise above, to embrace your youth. (Chorus) Elle, Elle, what you tryna do, Life seems to be a struggle, just to make it through, With the way you act so mean, and your messy routine, You gotta step up your game, become a better queen. (Outro) So Elle, let this be a lesson learned, Life's too short for negativity, chasing what you've yearned, We want you to grow and shine, become a leading light, Stand tall and face the crowd, turn your wrongs to right.