Mary Chapin Carpenter - Girls Like Me

Girls like me aren't hard to find
We grow like roses on the vine
And wear our hearts on our sleeves
You probably know a girl like me.

We live alone and in our heads
We eat standing up or in our beds
Guilt and fear merge easily
In the quiet souls of girls like me

Chorus:
And loneliness is like a cold,
Common and no cure we're told
We take to bed perchance to dream
In the blue light of the TV screen.

Girls like me like summer light
A cold beer on a summer night