everybody wants to be the dj
everybody thinks it’s oh so easy
you think you belong and you come on strong,
but I can still tell the right from the wrong.
I could never be that kind of girl
nobody takes the time to turn
you always act as if it’s understood,
but sweet revenge is finger-lickin’ good
if only I could sell myself
the way that even I would buy
if only I could sell myself
the way that even I would buy
Something’s got to give
’cause I don’t know
Here’s one thing how to understand me
loneliness tastes like cotton candy.
You answer «I love you» with «I know»,
never check the messages on your answerphone
if only I could sell myself
the way that even I would buy
Something’s got to give
’cause I don’t know