When I grow up I wanna be a Hollywood mean girl
I wanna rule the world
I’ll tell other people what to think
What they can do and can’t
What makes them good people
I’ll tell them when I approve of them
I am their god and they must worship me
They must practice obedience
I’m gonna tell them to worship me
They have to look
Just like me
But they are not pretty enough
They can’t buy designer labels and all the same stuff
So they will have to live
Wishing they were me
Wishing they were me
But they don’t know I’m mean
But they don’t know I’m mean
They could miss the right things for their life
But that’s ok if they are following me
It’s all about me, I’m all about me
They have to think what I think
I have to approve of them
They will have to follow me
Tell me I look good in everything
We’ll start a little mean girl pack
We will love bomb all the rank and file
We”ll side with all the hot men
We’ll look cool for every more
We won’t tell them what we really think of them
We haven’t got time
We are navel gazing
Who gave you the right to preside over humanity?
Get them to do your will for you
Humans have free will
Don’t enamour people into abandoning their purpose and wanting to be as unhappy as you l