Lyrics: Helge Moen/Jim Bergsted/Torine Bjåland/Lise Reppe
Music: Helge Moen/Jim Bergsted/Torine Bjåland/Lise Reppe
Posing with celebrities
Skip the line, I'm VIP, ay
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Sing along to Wannabe
We all clap on one and three, ay
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
And my mama's so afraid that I will never change
But I blame it on society, we're all the same
Dressing like a beauty queen
Anything to make a scene
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Sipping on a skinny bitch
Acting like I'm filthy rich
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
All my friends are faking it
Can you tell we're full of shit? Ay
Oh, my God, we're such a cliché
I used to make fun of them
It turns out that I'm one of them, oh
Oh, my God, I made a mistake
Always wake up in the morning saying I should change
I keep doing stupid things to make you look my way
Dressing like a beauty queen
Anything to make a scene
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Sipping on a skinny bitch
Acting like I'm filthy rich
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
I'm such a cliché
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Always wake up in the morning saying I should change
I keep doing stupid things to make you look my way
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Dressing like a beauty queen
Anything to make a scene
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Sipping on a skinny bitch
Acting like I'm filthy rich
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
I'm such a cliché
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché
Dressing like a beauty queen
Anything to make a scene
Oh, my God, I'm such a cliché