Wannabe By K.C. Miller

Diamond rings, and fenced in yards,
gold necklaces and boob-jobs.
A tuck here and stitch it there,
she can't wait to get over there.

The man said he'd get her in,
to parties that indulge in original sin.
Two-faced bitches and those who spurn,
she didn't care, getting' in was her only concern.

A wannabe, that's what she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Do anything to find her ride,
a wannabe she is.

A wannabe, that's all the biz,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Spread her legs, it's understood,
would do anything, bad or good,

With perverted persuasion, she reached her goal,
lost her innocence, gave away her soul.
Nothing stopped her, got in her way,
for a chance, she thought, to have a better day.

A wannabe, that's all she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
She drives the cars, wearing all that gold,
but the face in the mirror shows she is old.

Diamond rings and fenced in yards,
gold necklaces and boob-jobs.
At forty she is old and gray,
now she yearns for those younger days.

A wannabe, that's all she is,
fake smiles and soda fizz.
Do anything to find her ride,
a wannabe, that's all she is.