Lyrics: Meg Smith
Music: Petro AP/Meg Smith/Molly Grace/JT Foley/Maris Kathleen Ward
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?
Spent my summers in my bedroom watching MTV
I was dancing on the chance there’s someone watching me
Undiscovered primadonna, a Stephie Germanotta
Waiting for you to want her
Praying for lights up on her baby
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?
Oh she’s pretty and broken
Miss almost Monroe
Her heart remains open underneath her clothes
No photos no problem
We’ll take them before she knows
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
A broadway baby disco crazy attention whore
Try to be so perfect but I still fall short
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?