Thanks But No Thanks

🎶 VERSE 1: Mum says I should smile more, Nan says wear a proper bra. Boss says I should come in early, Tinder match says "you’re a star!" Karen from accounts says cut the carbs, My ex says I’m emotionally scarred. The barista said, “Are you okay?” I said, “I was… until today.” 🎶 CHORUS: Thanks, but no thanks, I’m good with who I am. No, I don’t need your diet plan, Your crystals or your wealthy man. I’m not lost, I’m just at lunch, Your comments have no subtle punch. I might be weird and kinda loud— But I don’t need your dumb advice, thanks for the crowd. 🎶 VERSE 2: That girl from yoga said, “Just breathe,” As if my rage can be relieved. My uncle said I’m too political, My landlord called me “difficult.” Everyone’s a guru now, On Insta reels and fake know-how. They’ve all got tips on how to thrive— I just wanna nap and stay alive. 🎶 CHORUS 2: Thanks, but no thanks, I’m not a self-help case. You don’t need to "fix" my face, Or tell me how to win the race. I’ll walk, I’ll crawl, I’ll skip the track, I’ll dye my hair and not look back. I’m not confused, I’m just aware— You’ve all got noise, but I don’t care. 🎶 BRIDGE): “Have you tried yoga?” Yes. “Have you tried smiling?” No. “Maybe you just need a boyfriend.” Maybe you just need to go. “Ever think you’re just too much?” Ever think you talk too much? I’m not your project, not your plan— I’m not a fixer-upper, I’m a woman. BAM. 🎶CHORUS: Thanks, but no thanks, Keep your quotes on mugs and tees. Don’t DM me “just sending peace,” While judging me in subtweet memes. I’m soft, I’m sharp, I’m half a mess, But happy in my chaos dress. So say your bit, then move along— I’m busy writing my own song. 🎶 OUTRO: Oh, and tell your mum I’m not pregnant — I just really like bread.