I won’t change, I don’t want to be like you
Why would I want to be like you?
The cutouts shout their insults as
I’m walking down the hall,
Turn around and tell them to
«Go back to the shopping mall»
I won’t change
I won’t change,
I want to be strange
Why would I want to be like you?
Your comments and oppinions
Don’t mean anything to me I like the way I do things,
So don’t try to change me
