Lyrics:

She says she's a writer
But never picks up a pen
Thinks thick-rimmed glasses
Make her Emily Dickins
She sounds pretty impressive
But just look in her eyes
Everything she says
Is memorised

She's a wanna be (wanna be)
A wanna be (a wanna be)
What you get (what you get)
Ain't what you see (ain't what you see)
But she plays the part (plays the part)
So perfectly (perfectly)
She's got the whole world thinking she's who she wants to be

(Not me)

I hate to break it to him
But those skinny jeans don't fit
He's got a hand upon moustache
But his face can't handle it
He thinks holding a camera
And keeping up on all the trends
Make him a photographer
But that's through the lens

Of a wanna be (wanna be)
A wanna be (a wanna be)
What you get (what you get)
Ain't what you see (ain't what you see)
But he plays the part (plays the part)
So perfectly (perfectly)
He's got the whole world thinking he's who he wants to be

(Not me)

Now she's a bestseller
And he's got a gallery
The cream always rises to the top
Is a fallacy
'Cause unlike the movies
That reward what's true
In real life
The Oscar goes to

The wanna be (the wanna be)
The wanna be (the wanna be)
How's it work (how's it work)
Don't ask me (don't ask me)
But if you can lie (you can lie)
Honestly (honestly)
Like a camouflage snake or an Indian summer
If you're a good fake there's no doubt you're gonna
Get the whole world think you're who you wanna be

A wanna be
A wanna be
You can fool the world
But you can't fool me

You can't fool me