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