| I would not say I’m overly concerned
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| With what I’ve not to wear
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| I would not say I’m overly impressed
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| By what I’ve seen out there
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| I do not think it’s up to someone else
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| To tell me how to dress
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| I do not think my aim in life
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| Should be to look like all the rest of the girls I see
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| I see them, looking like each other
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| But me, you see, like, me
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| I wanna look like me
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| I wanna look like me
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| I could not say I’ve blazed a trail
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| In fashion magazines
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| I could not claim I’ve made my name
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| On any fashion scene
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| I used to try and fit a mould
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| I tried all that for years
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| I used to find it got me down
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| And all it ever brought were tears to me
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| To be, like, looking like another
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| But me, you see, like, me
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| I wanna look like me
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| I wanna look like me
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| It’s like they have a secret test
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| For girls who ought to look their best
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| But that just gets me so depressed
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| They’re so obsessed and I confess
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| I’d rather see me self possessed
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| Than slavishly be overdressed
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| And so it is, I so suggest
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| It’s for the best for me
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| To wanna look like me
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| I wanna look like me
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| I wanna look like me
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| I wanna look like me |