Her Kitchen Disaster - Exactly The Point Lyrics

Dim lights, smoky haze
Velvet rope in hand
Queen of the scene
I survey the promised land
Got the key to the kingdom
The password to the clique
Wanna join the elite, darling?
Not my pick

Honey, it's nothin' personal
You just don't measure up
We gotta keep standards
Can't let the common drain our cup
Overflowing with wannabes?
This ain't a charity case
We're not like everyone else, darling
Gotta keep some space

And that is exactly the point
Gotta have a certain flair
A touch of mystique
And je ne sais quoi to spare
So chin up, brush yourself off
There's a whole world for you
But this corner of heaven?
Gates you'll never pass through

Your dress might be designer
But screams off-the-rack, dear
Hair lookin' like a tumbleweed
Caught in last year's atmosphere
Family lineage, darling
Matters more than you know
That scandal from your mama's youth?
Follows you like a shadow

I've got the keys to the kingdom
But it's not for the weak
You gotta shine brighter
And better be unique
It's a tough game, darling
But someone's got to play
And one who toughs it out
Is the one to stay

And that is exactly the point
Gotta have a certain flair
A touch of mystique
And je ne sais quoi to spare
So chin up, brush yourself off
There's a whole world for you
But this corner of heaven?
Gates you'll never pass through

This corner of heaven?
Gates you'll never pass through

Don't you take it personally
There's a waiting list a mile long
Of hopefuls with dreams in their eyes
Yearning to sing along

And that is exactly the point
Gotta have a certain flair
A touch of mystique
And je ne sais quoi to spare
So chin up, brush yourself off
There's a whole world for you
But this corner of heaven?
Gates you'll never pass through

There's a whole wide world out there you see
Just keep your dreams in that hideous purse
Maybe one day you'll measure up to me

Ha... As if