Lyrics: Meg Smith
Music: Meg Smith/JT Foley/Petros Anastos-Prastacos
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can’t really blame us
Can you really blame us?
San Bernardino’s feeling hot as hell
She flips a precious penny in the wishing well
With nothing but a chokehold on a ballet bar
Hitch up with your high school honey
You won’t be a star
No cigar
You’re gonna get it
Ooo you’re gonna sweat it hard
Suffer and starve
What’s a bitch gotta do just to get some applause?
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can’t really blame us
Can you really blame us?
Staring through her body like she’s cellophane
Both her sisters found their husbands at the army base
While the suit at the audition says you’ll get the part
If you meet him in the lobby in the hotel bar
No cigar
You’re gonna get it
Give a girl some credit oh
god only knows
What’s a bitch gotta do short of selling her soul
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can’t really blame us
Can you really blame us?
A bottle blonde who packed up to New York
Debbie Harry on a poster in a college dorm
Singing songs to no one on a beer stained floor
Spend the train ride wondering what i'm killing myself for
what am i killing myself for?
what’s it all for?
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can’t really blame us
Can you really blame us?