Lyrics: Jakob Halvorsen/Eemil Helin
Music: Jakob Halvorsen/Eemil Helin
You'll never love me
Like you loved JT back in '03
Up on MTV
On a stage wearing shoes made of diamonds
Singing songs about you like a siren
No,I won't be
What you seem to need
'Cause I don't see what you seem to see
Ain't got troops in a crowd all united
Ain't got you screaming loud and excited
I can't ever be the Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just can't measure up
No,I'm not in sync with the fashion
I ain't got the passion
Never gonna' be what you want
Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just don't dress the part
No,I ain't got Nikes and my hair ain't spiky
We both know that I can't be your Backstreet Boy
You'll never want me
Like you want CDs from the 90s
Like you want mclean
And I can't say to your face I don't want it that way
You seem stuck in the decade that you were born
Hoping one day you'll wake up on a tour bus headed to Rome
For a colloseum concert with thousands of crazy fans
Looking up at the stage at me dancing knowing I'm your man
I can't ever be the Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just can't measure up
No,I'm not in sync with the fashion
I ain't got the passion
Never gonna' be what you want
Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just don't dress the part
No,I ain't got Nikes and my hair ain't spiky
Yeah we both know that I can't be your Backstreet Boy
I'll never be the Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just can't measure up
No,I'm not in sync with the fashion
I ain't got the passion
Never gonna' be what you want
Backstreet Boy you want me to
I just don't dress the part
No,I ain't got Nikes and my hair ain't spiky
Yeah we both know that I can't be your Backstreet Boy