A week ago, move-in day
I found in Lyndie's closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, ticket stubs
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know the news girls and me
Got "em scattered on the floor (Yeah)

There was one of her, shopping for prom
In a dress of yellow
And a few with some fuckin' Mormon dude
Guess that's why she hates Jell-o.
Her hair, her clothes, her cleancut boyfriend
Had us girls confused
I'll never forget the day the whole news staff got introduced

To Lyndie, "fore she was indie
Sipping frappuccinos, wearing clothes so trendy
Won't admit that she owned a purse by Fendi
But I saw Lyndie, "fore she was indie

We put that box under her desk
And never said a word
But all week long it sucked just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but worn chuck taylors
Indie rock, print news.
Oh but what could she do, kick our butts
With her designer shoes?

That Lyndie, "fore she was indie
Sipping frappuccinos, wearing clothes so trendy
Won't admit that she owned a purse by Fendi
But I saw Lyndie, "fore she was indie

We laugh and hang it over her head
Topped with cut and dyed hair
Her face turns red when we bring up
That whole cheerleading affair
She runs and hides and still denies
She listened to N-Sync
It's such a riot•our indie queen
Wore a shit ton of pink

Oh, that Lyndie, "fore she was indie
Sipping frappuccinos, wearing clothes so trendy
Won't admit that she owned a purse by Fendi
But I saw Lyndie, "fore she was indie

There was that one with her old friend Mindy
But that was Lyndie, "fore she was indie