Lyrics:

Nothing else to do, guess I'll spend another fortune
4000 dollars on a suit, well spent for a one time fling
Walking down the street like you're strutting on a stage
Yeah! I'm so suffering from attention whore cliche
Can't handle the stress, what if I don't make the press?
It's a gathering of assholes, only there to show they're present so they can say "Have you seen me?"
I'm so spoiled, that what I achieved
The paparazzi make my day let me dress up for the parade
Number one attention fucking whore