I don't know~

You got a problem too much black on my face?

You think I really care?

You got a lot of balls to think you can say

What I should or shouldn't wear

How many times I gotta answer that question

It's a question always making me mad

For "Star Magazine" this season what is "my boom"?

You must be joking that's the best that you have?

You say to choose a cuter, pretty dress to wear

And do you copy Cyndi Lauper's style of hair?

I swallowed and gave it a try

But now it's a waste of my time

Why?

I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own I don't know I don't know You're cutting way too close to the bone I don't know I don't know I don't know You want an answer how 'bout I don't know

You paparazzi taking pictures of me

Got nothing else to do?

You make up stories "Her New Boyfriend This Week!"

Gossip that is never true

And you who go and hold your cells in the air

Now is it really too hard for you to ask?

You whisper about me right in front of me, too

And then you're asking me for my autograph

You make a list of what I'm buying from the store

Harass me for designer things "she must afford"

I swallowed and gave it a try

But now it's a waste of my time