Wannabe – Baby Queen

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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 the 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
You can be a loser like me
You can be a loser like me