Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can't really blame us
Can you really blame us?
Spent my summers in my bedroom watching MTV
I was dancing on the chance of someone watching me
Undiscovered primadonna, a Stephie Germanotta
Waiting for you to want her, praying for lights upon her
No cigar, you're gonna get it
Oh, you're gonna sweat it hard
Suffer and starve
What's a bitch gotta do just to get some applause?
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Girls just wanna be famous
Can't really blame us
Can you really blame us?
Oh, she's pretty and broken, Miss Almost-Monroe
But her heart remains open underneath her clothes
No photos, no problem
We'll take them before she knows, ah
No cigar, you're gonna get it
Give a girl some credit
Oh, God only knows (oh)
What's a bitch gotta do short of selling her soul?
Girls just (wanna be, wanna be)
Wanna be famous
Girls just (wanna be, wanna be)
Wanna be famous
Girls just (wanna be, wanna be)
Wanna be famous
Can't really blame us (wanna be, wanna be)
Can you really blame us?
Ah
Can you really blame us?
A bottle blonde who packed up to New York
A broadway baby, disco-crazed attention whore
Try to be so perfect but I still fall short
Spend the train ride wondering what I'm killing myself for
What I've been killing myself for
What's it all for?
Girls just (wanna be, wanna be)
Wanna be famous (wanna be, wanna be)
Girls just (they wanna be)
Wanna be famous (they wanna be, oh-oh-oh
Girls just (wanna be, wanna be)
Wanna be famous (wanna be, wanna be)
Can't really blame us (wanna be, wanna be)
Can you really blame us? (Girls just wanna be)
