Wannabe

(Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) I'm from the city where all the kids are pretty but dumb Which is a pity, they just don't get it They call me crazy because I call me baby And won't sit like a lady, no way, forget it To all the stoners, the junkies and loners and menthol ciggie smokers I am the queen of everything But to the bullies who made fun of my hoodies And used to say that I couldn't sing I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using If you want to be a wannabe, baby Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me I'm way too clever to talk about the weather And every rumour ever made up to fit in Fuck being thinner, I'm done with skipping dinner And looking in the mirror for my ambition To all the critics who listen to my lyrics I'm totally prolific and capable of ruling the world But to the bitches in West born into riches Who think it's odd that I kiss girls I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using If you want to be a wannabe, baby Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me You can be a loser like me You can be a loser like me Be a loser like me Be a loser like me Be a loser like me, like me Be a loser like me Be a loser like me Be a loser like me, like me I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using If you want to be a wannabe, baby Then set yourself free and you can be a loser I will always be a wannabe, baby Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using If you want to be a wannabe, baby Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me