Nothing To Prove Lyrics - California Years (dig) - Jill Sobule

I remember laying down 

It was 1983 

Under the tree while listening to London Calling or something like that 

Twenty-three years later 

I'm here at a meeting 

Trying to impress someone at a dying record company 

I got nothing to prove 

And in walks in this sullen girl who looks like she's nineteen, or wants to be 

With her biker boots and her hair dyed black 

Did that look so many years ago 

She looks at me like I'm some square 

Or I'm like her mother 

Well, fuck you, kid; I got nothing to prove 

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Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Once I was as miserable as you 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

I got nothing to prove 

And here I am in Los Angeles 

I came here two years ago 

And everyone's young and beautiful, and their skin is so smooth 

And everyone's in the industry, and I hate when they use that word 

And when they tell me they're in the industry, I ask, "Oh, are you in steel?" 

I've got nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Once I was as miserable as you 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

I got nothing to prove 

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And later that week I saw that same girl shopping at the Trader Joe's on La Brea 

She was with a big bomb blonde, and I wondered if it was her girlfriend 

Surprisingly, she came up to me and smiled and said she loved our meeting 

Maybe I judged her wrong 

But usually I'm right 

I got nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Once I was as miserable as you 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

I got nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

Once I was as miserable as you 

Nothing to prove 

Nothing to prove 

I got nothing to prove