We wear emo clothes and straighten our hair loads
We kiss guys even though we're not gay
and we're sad wannabes.
Being pretty-boy wemos, we're over-dramatic.
Tonight, can our songs get much worse?
Vs Tell us we are proper emo!

(BRIDGE)
I go crying to my bedroom,
And straighten my hair in my faked gloom,
And my mascara's running out so I'll cut myself,
And everyone thinks I should die

(CHORUS)
We're crap
We'll end up singing in pantomime
We're crap
And the moshers beat us up so we will cry
Crap!
This is the the new craze; forget heavy metal
Oh, we are just wannabes!

I died my hair black, with streaks so I look pretty,
Tell me you love my pink eyeshadow
or I'll run off and write a song about you.

(BRIDGE)

Why don't you lend me a little bit of make-up,
And you can wear my pink converse.


(CHORUS)

Why don't you like me? I thought that I was cool,
But I'm really just a wemo fool (wemo fool, wemo fool)
Why does it repulse you to hear my whiney voice?
Can you put my hair over my eye for me?

(CHORUS X2)

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