We like your face We like your style Everything about you seems so worthwhile We like your hair We like your nose Everybody gonna get one of those the bullets for the magazine Paparazzi shooting like soldiers in their teens I'm just a teenage sitting in my room with the bullet for a mirror looking for a broom
To look like you... To look like you...
I'm gonna burn my skin I'm gonna cut my hair I'm gonna grab a bit of me and stick it over there I'm gonna take my meal of two white pills Cause I'm gonna look like you, yes i will Gonna sell right out to the great white dream Cause I too want to be a beauty queen I'm just a teenage sitting in my room with the bullet for a mirror looking for a broom
Cause I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you, oh To look like you... To look like you...ohhh To look like you... To look like you...
I'm gonna buy that mud and apply that paint Yes i put it on so thick I wonder why I ain't I'm gonna buy everything that you do sell Your clothes, your lips, your rocks, your smells The bullets for the magazines Cause I want everybody to see me I'm just a teenage sitting in my room with the bullet for a mirror looking for a broom
Cause I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you, oh
We like your face, we like your style And everything about you seems so worthwhile We like your shoes, we like your clothes Now we want a taste of candy going up your nose the bullets for the magazine Cause I do want to be a beauty queen I'm just a teenage sitting in my room with the bullet for a mirror looking for a broom
Cause I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you I'd do anything in this world to look like you To look like you, oh
Compositor: John Charles Wiltshire-butler ECAD: Obra #21478933