This might be a little off the wall, but check it out (also, this interpretation is laden in gender stereotype, which I may not even agree with, but definitely exist):
So, I think this song is the point of the whole album. Listen to the whole thing, and you have awesome but (consciously) naive songs about women. Chasing women, worshiping women, begging women; in the end it is an entirely male album. I think it's more about men than women really, and I heck, I think the theme of the album is male confusion (this only works if you agree that the first songs are naive songs about women chasing, and my interpretation of this last song is spot on).
So this song is a realization of male confusion. "She wears white, six days a week", I think this is the often heard male desire and expectation for a woman to be pure. Either for the innocent damsel, or a more base desire for conquest. At least I think of "white" as either purity or death, and I hope they weren't saying she was dead six days a week. However, contradicting this is: "and if you're lucky on the seventh day she'll wear nothing". So she is pure, and if I am lucky she will be impure.
Then we have: "She was just one of those girls". This lyric makes me think one of two things, first she might be one of "those" girls, i.e. (or is it e.g.?) she is a particular special kind of girl. More interestingly to me is hearing it as: she was just one of those "girls", i.e. completely alien to me as a male.
Finally, you have "after her, I quit girls", which could mean many things, but I hear as a naive expression of frustration.
So, if you feel like going with my over arching interpretation of this album, you have a bunch of songs about chasing girls, one song (crazy/forever) about your best friend, and a final song realizing utter male confusion.
Finally, TL:DR: This song is male psychology to a T: a desire for women, a contradictory expectation of what women should be, cognitive dissonance. This album is a brilliant observation about my crazy manbrain. Or I am up my own ass. Whatever.
Pretty spot on, Sir. Just wrote basically the same thing about the whole "she wears white" thing before I read this. The "I quit girls" part is definite frustration in my eyes. Wanting a girl so badly there's no point in any other if you can't get that special one who has your stupid, stupid heart in a vice grip. Felt this for years over a girl. I'd tried to get her and failed, so I quit girls all together for a while. I'd then try and will myself to go after her again and then play out my own...
Pretty spot on, Sir. Just wrote basically the same thing about the whole "she wears white" thing before I read this. The "I quit girls" part is definite frustration in my eyes. Wanting a girl so badly there's no point in any other if you can't get that special one who has your stupid, stupid heart in a vice grip. Felt this for years over a girl. I'd tried to get her and failed, so I quit girls all together for a while. I'd then try and will myself to go after her again and then play out my own failure in my head and quit once again. Ohh stupid stupid brain. The whole idea is being so emotionally drained, uncontrollable and frustrated you quit. You'll be glad to know I got the bitch in the end and now I've trapped her in a relationship (although she assures me she's fine with it). Booyah. Also, I'm not being mean about her. It's just the way my emotional man brain words come out.
This might be a little off the wall, but check it out (also, this interpretation is laden in gender stereotype, which I may not even agree with, but definitely exist):
So, I think this song is the point of the whole album. Listen to the whole thing, and you have awesome but (consciously) naive songs about women. Chasing women, worshiping women, begging women; in the end it is an entirely male album. I think it's more about men than women really, and I heck, I think the theme of the album is male confusion (this only works if you agree that the first songs are naive songs about women chasing, and my interpretation of this last song is spot on).
So this song is a realization of male confusion. "She wears white, six days a week", I think this is the often heard male desire and expectation for a woman to be pure. Either for the innocent damsel, or a more base desire for conquest. At least I think of "white" as either purity or death, and I hope they weren't saying she was dead six days a week. However, contradicting this is: "and if you're lucky on the seventh day she'll wear nothing". So she is pure, and if I am lucky she will be impure.
Then we have: "She was just one of those girls". This lyric makes me think one of two things, first she might be one of "those" girls, i.e. (or is it e.g.?) she is a particular special kind of girl. More interestingly to me is hearing it as: she was just one of those "girls", i.e. completely alien to me as a male.
Finally, you have "after her, I quit girls", which could mean many things, but I hear as a naive expression of frustration.
So, if you feel like going with my over arching interpretation of this album, you have a bunch of songs about chasing girls, one song (crazy/forever) about your best friend, and a final song realizing utter male confusion.
Finally, TL:DR: This song is male psychology to a T: a desire for women, a contradictory expectation of what women should be, cognitive dissonance. This album is a brilliant observation about my crazy manbrain. Or I am up my own ass. Whatever.
Pretty spot on, Sir. Just wrote basically the same thing about the whole "she wears white" thing before I read this. The "I quit girls" part is definite frustration in my eyes. Wanting a girl so badly there's no point in any other if you can't get that special one who has your stupid, stupid heart in a vice grip. Felt this for years over a girl. I'd tried to get her and failed, so I quit girls all together for a while. I'd then try and will myself to go after her again and then play out my own...
Pretty spot on, Sir. Just wrote basically the same thing about the whole "she wears white" thing before I read this. The "I quit girls" part is definite frustration in my eyes. Wanting a girl so badly there's no point in any other if you can't get that special one who has your stupid, stupid heart in a vice grip. Felt this for years over a girl. I'd tried to get her and failed, so I quit girls all together for a while. I'd then try and will myself to go after her again and then play out my own failure in my head and quit once again. Ohh stupid stupid brain. The whole idea is being so emotionally drained, uncontrollable and frustrated you quit. You'll be glad to know I got the bitch in the end and now I've trapped her in a relationship (although she assures me she's fine with it). Booyah. Also, I'm not being mean about her. It's just the way my emotional man brain words come out.