Want What You Got

All the wicked things that I keep thinkin'

Are puttin' lines across my face

I should be happy with what I've got goin'

Shouldn't be bitter at my age

Someone amazin's in the room

And I don't want them to be there

They're lookin' beautiful and cool

I just want to feel that too

I want your suntan

I want your boyfriend

I want what you got, I say it a lot

I want your small waist

Want your vacation

I want what you got, I say it a lot

Oh, my god, oh, my god

Oh, my god, oh, my god

I want what you got, I say it a lot

I want your car

I want your apartment

I want what you got, I say it a lot

Yeah

I never used to have to care about anythin'

I used to dream while I was baked

But now I want to be like girls on the television

There's just so much I want to change

'Cause we've all joined a gym

But I don't ever go to it

They say that mind fulling is in

I tried it, didn't like it

But you did and now you're somewhere

I want your suntan

I want your boyfriend

I want what you got, I say it a lot

I want your small waist

Want your vacation

I want what you got, I say it a lot

Oh, my god, oh, my god

Oh, my god, oh, my god

I want what you got, I say it a lot

I want your car

I want your apartment

I want what you got, I say it a lot

You got the diamonds, got the attitude, the Louboutin shoes

You got the pet albino cat and the black car to abuse

Toronto youths and part-time models datin' chefs with tattoos

We're all just waitin' here, just waitin' here for somethin' to do

Oh, my god, oh, my god

Oh, my god, oh, my god

I want what you got, I want what you got

Oh, my god, oh, my god

Oh, my god, oh, my god

I want what you got

I want your suntan

I want your boyfriend

I want what you got, I say it a lot

I want your number

I want your paycheck

I want what you got, I say it a lot