THE WAY I LOOK

Whatever *giggle*
Just let it run
And turn up the beat a bit
This song is for anyone
Now please...hush and listen *giggle*


I sit back with this bag of hair stuff
And this bag of makeup
It gives me the things needed to be
The most sweetest, prettiest chick on this- on this earth
And since birth I been cursed with this curse to just want to look good
And just make this berserk and bizarre look that works
And it looks fine and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin' the mirror
I don't mean to be pretty but that's all I can be it's just me
Getting this stress about looking good that's been eating me recently off this chest
And I get my beauty rest peacefully (peacefully)
But at least of the decency in you
To leave me alone when you guys see me out
In the street when I'm combing my hair to not come and speak to me (speak to me)
I don't know you and no you're not pretty
I am misses Nsync
I am what your friends think
If you criticize me I'm gonna get angry
No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet
In the air to fix your ugly hair
I don't care who was there and who saw me look at you
Go call you a hairdresser
I'll smile at the camera and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)
I don't mean to be me but that's all I can be

Chorus:
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper the news everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I look

Sometimes I just feel like my mother, I hate to bugged with all this nonsense, it's constant
"Oh it's her hygiene habits"
The way I look has gotten such weird responses
And all this makeup circles me
And it seems like everyone starts staring at me
So I just stare back at them
But not in the way that they want me to look at them
It's the way that you stare when you can't stand their hair
And you wont put up with the stuff that they pull
Cause they full of stuff too
When a girl's getting manicured and burns down your school
And they blame it on fashion and my passion
Where were the teachers at
And look where it's at Middle America
Now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see
An upper class cit-y
Having this happen (this happen)
Then attack me 'cause I look this way (look this way)
But im glad 'cause I'm pretty when I look in the mirror
People start saying I'm getting less queerer

Chorus:
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper the news everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I look

I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from the fame and just become lame
I'm not gonna be able to top my fashion sense
And trapped into some ideal sensation (sensation)
Just to get a standing ovation (ovation)
And I just do not got the patients (got the patients)
To deal with these nasty people with think
I'm some girl who tries to be cool
Cause I talk with an accent, so they always keep askin the same questions
Who does my nails, where do I buy my clothes
The why, who, what, when, the where and the how
Till I'm grabbin my hair and im tearin it out
Cause they drivin me crazy I can't take it
I'm up, I'm down, I stand and I sit
I thankful for every compliment I get
But I cant stand in the mirror in the bathroom
without someone standing by it
No I wont let you borrow my hairbrush
You can call me conceited, but I'm glad I am who I am

Chorus:
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
In the paper the news everyday I am
I don't know that's just the way I look