Is there a prince in this fable,
For a small town girl like me?

The good ones are gone or not able,
And Matt Damon’s not meant for me,
Damon’s not meant for me.

I got to say,
California.
Is a place that I respect,

Come on, L.A., take advantage,
Give me a night that I won’t forget.

I went to look,
From the Sky Bar to the Standard, nothing took,
These boys don’t care,
Got a handful
With their projects and with their looks.

CHORUS:
Where are all the men in this town?
And what’s a girl supposed to do?
Did they all run off when they knew,
That I was coming round, coming round?

Where are all the men in this town?
And what’s a girl supposed to do?
Did they all run off when they knew,
That I was coming round, coming round?

Fresh,
I’m so fresh and I’m so clean,
Got the lips and got the skin,
Got the skin, got that thing,
I’m so fresh and I’m so.

Is there a prince in this fable,
For a small town girl like me?
The good ones are gone or not able...
And Matt Damon’s not meant for me.

I never dreamed that I’d come here to become the next Jolie,
But I sure know there’s someone, around somewhere who’s meant to be.

CHORUS:
Where are all the men in this town?
And what’s a girl supposed to do?
Did they all run off when they knew,
That I was coming round, coming round?

Where are all the men in this town?
And what’s a girl supposed to do?
Did they all run off when they knew,
That I was coming round, coming round?

Fresh,
I’m so fresh and I’m so clean,
Got the lips and got the skin,
Got the skin, got that thing,
I’m so fresh and I’m so.

Fresh,
I’m so fresh and I’m so clean,
Got the lips and got the skin,
Got the skin, got that thing,
I’m so fresh and I’m so.

So they say,
It’s a suicide waiting, others say,
It’s a suicide waiting, yo no sé,
It’s a suicide waiting another day,
It’s a suicide waiting.

So decide,
It’s a suicide waiting all this time,
It’s a suicide waiting, ¿dónde estás?
It’s a suicide waiting, so decide,
It’s a suicide waiting.