Wanna Be - Peter Cincotti

She says she’s a writer

But never picks up a pen

Thinks thick-rimmed glasses

Make her Emily Dickins

She sounds pretty impressive

But just look in her eyes

Everything she says

Is memorised

She’s a wanna be (wanna be)

A wanna be (a wanna be)

What you get (what you get)

Ain’t what you see (ain't what you see)

But she plays the part (plays the part)

So perfectly (perfectly)

She’s got the whole world thinking she’s who she wants to be

(Not me)

I hate to break it to him

But those skinny jeans don’t fit

He’s got a hand upon moustache

But his face can’t handle it

He thinks holding a camera

And keeping up on all the trends

Make him a photographer

But that’s through the lens

Of a wanna be (wanna be)

A wanna be (a wanna be)

What you get (what you get)

Ain’t what you see (ain't what you see)

But he plays the part (plays the part)

So perfectly (perfectly)

He’s got the whole world thinking he’s who he wants to be

(Not me)

Now she’s a bestseller

And he’s got a gallery

The cream always rises to the top

Is a fallacy

Cos unlike the movies

That reward whats true

In real life

The Oscar goes to

The wanna be (the wanna be)

The wanna be (the wanna be)

How’s it work (how's it work)

Don’t ask me (don't ask me)

But if you can lie (you can lie)

Honestly (honestly)

Like a camoflage snake or an Indian summer

If you’re a good fake there’s no doubt you’re gonna

Get the whole world think you’re who you wanna be

A wanna be

A wanna be

You can fool the world

But you can’t fool me

You can’t fool me