You got a problem too much black on my face? You think I really care? You got a lot of balls to think you can say What I should or shouldn't wear
How many times I gotta answer that question It's a question always making me mad For "Star Magazine" this season what is "my boom"? You must be joking that's the best that you have?
You say to choose a cuter, pretty dress to wear And do you copy Cyndi Lauper's style of hair? I swallowed and gave it a try But now it's a waste of my time
Why…Why…Why…Why
I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own
I don't know I don't know You're cutting way too close to the bone I don't know I don't know I don't know You want an answer how'bout I don't know
You paparazzi taking pictures of me Got nothing else to do? You make up stories "Her New Boyfriend This Week!" Gossip that is never true
And you who go and hold your cells in the air Now is it really too hard for you to ask? You whisper about me right in front of me, too And then you're asking me for my autograph
You make a list of what I'm buying from the store Harass me for designer things "she must afford" I swallowed and gave it a try But now it's a waste of my time
Why…Why…Why…Why
I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own
I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know No…No…No
I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own
