Elle Woods

I've been smiling and sweet
and thoroughly beaten,
blowing my chance.
Let's not chase him away.
Let's face him and say,
"Hey, punk, let's dance!"

This chip on my shoulder
makes me smarter and bolder.
No more whining or blaming —
I am reclaiming my pride!
Grab my book and let's do this
instead of doodling hearts
all through this.
There's a chip on my shoulder —
let's see him knock it aside.