Girl for the Job Lyrics — The Devil Wears Prada

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

ANDY:
My boss is a beast in stilettos
I try to do well and then, bam!
She dresses me down like
I?m some sort of clown
How stupid does she think I am?

And why is she this goddess almighty
To her overdressed, underfed mob?
It's abundantly clear
That nobody here thinks
I?m the girl for the job
The girl for the job

(spoken)
(Bad day?)
I don't wanna talk about it
Let's talk about you, how was your day?
(Well, the farmers market had these
Incredible acorn squash)

(sung)
I thought I knew what I signed up for
It?s fashion, how hard can it be?
(So we are gonna talk about your day?)
But this ruthless, extravagant snake pit
Is starting to horrify me


And they?re rolling their eyes in the hallway
While I sit in the bathroom and sob
So I'm quitting tonight
(You are?)
I was right!
I?m not the girl for the job
The girl for the job

(spoken)
(Here, call right now,
I'm making tacos)
Yeah, I?m gonna call right now
(Yeah, and tomorrow you'll get another job)
(One where you actually get
To write something)
Totally, huh, totally

(sung)
But that?s what they want
Wouldn't they love
To watch me walk away?
Go down in defeat
They'd say, "She was sweet
But couldn?t last a day"

And think of the look on Miranda?s face
If I march back in and stay
(Wait, stay? What just happened?)
Put on your big girl pants, Andy
And just stick it out for a year
(A year?)
Take Miranda's B.S.
And then when she?s impressed
I'll walk out for my real life career

I?ll give it a thousand percent now
And show that insufferable snob
That out of the million girls who would kill for it
She got the best damn girl for the job
That out of the million girls who would kill for it
She got the best damn girl for the job
Last Update: March, 04th 2026