I go out, pick a name, get a haircut
Sing a song that LA would be proud of
But it don't mean a thing, never enough
For you to change my life
(Yeah you could change my life)
Got the grin, got the skin of a pop star
Roof down, lipsync in a new car
But it don't mean a thing if I work hard
It wouldn't change my life
(You wouldn't change my life)
Put me in your playlist
Yeah what's it gonna take to make me famous?
And everybody says fake it to make it
So what you gonna do when I'm the fakest bitch around?
Put me in your playlist
I wanna be a star so, so salacious
Yeah what's it gonna take to get you naked?
I'd rather be a sellout, sellout
If my names in your mouth
What's it gonna take to be the puppet on your string?
I'm ready for the infamy, I wanna hear you sing
Something like
"Oh my God, you're a fucking machine
I'm gonna change your life, baby, what do you need?"
What do you want from me?
I'll be the popstar of your dreams
Fantasise of a life where I skip town
Winnebago, guitar and a new sound
Be a cowboy, a country singer
Yeah would that change your mind?
(Is that what you like?)
Got the verve, got the voice of an angel
Stop crying, lip sync for the label
No, it don't mean a thing if I work hard
It wouldn't change your mind
Put me in your playlist
Yeah what's it gonna take to make me famous?
And everybody says fake it to make it
So what you gonna do when I'm the fakest bitch around?
Put me in your playlist
I wanna be a star so, so salacious
Yeah what's it gonna take to get you naked?
I'd rather be a sellout, sellout
If my names in your mouth
What's it gonna take to be the puppet on your string?
I'm ready for the infamy, I wanna hear you sing
Something like
"Oh my God, you're a fucking machine
I'm gonna change your life, baby, what do you need?"
What do you want from me?
I'll be the popstar of your dreams
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