Paroles: Plastic Toys. Other. Just Like You.

Come here, come here if you wanna be famous
What does it feel like?
I know, I know that the money won't change us
I just want to be like you

I wanna be you
I wanna be perfect rich and famous just like you
I wanna be you
I wanna be perfect rich and faceless just like you

Your face, your face on every magazine
What does it feel like?
Your name, your name on everyone's lips. Bitch
I just wanna be like you

This lifestyle's really getting old
It's just shut your mouth and do what you're fucking told
I'm tired of my body being bought and sold

(Thanks to Kitty for these lyrics)