CHORUS
Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?
Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all
(And I say)
CHORUS
Just like someone on T.V.!
I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a malaking piraso
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion bituin
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll tumawid the other side
And walk around in
Drag!
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer sa pamamagitan ng yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like van Gogh like a
Stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared sa pamamagitan ng all humanity
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Who do you want to be . . . . . . .
Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?
Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all
(And I say)
CHORUS
Just like someone on T.V.!
I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a malaking piraso
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion bituin
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll tumawid the other side
And walk around in
Drag!
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer sa pamamagitan ng yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like van Gogh like a
Stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared sa pamamagitan ng all humanity
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Who do you want to be . . . . . . .
1. you look up pictures of the person all the time.
2. you can't stop thinking of the person.
3. you dream about marrying the person.
4. you drool everytime you watch them sing.
5. you have a giggle fit everytime they take their sando off.
6. you have a million pictures of the person.
7. you want to meet the person madami then anything.
8. you know their songs sa pamamagitan ng heart.
9. you dream of halik them.
10. You want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. You watch bidyo with that person in it all the time.
12. You have them as your icon.
13. you would die for them.
2. you can't stop thinking of the person.
3. you dream about marrying the person.
4. you drool everytime you watch them sing.
5. you have a giggle fit everytime they take their sando off.
6. you have a million pictures of the person.
7. you want to meet the person madami then anything.
8. you know their songs sa pamamagitan ng heart.
9. you dream of halik them.
10. You want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. You watch bidyo with that person in it all the time.
12. You have them as your icon.
13. you would die for them.
sa pamamagitan ng ~PMElfman
My puso bled
when I found out
man of my dreams
without a doubt
now he's married
to Bridget Fonda;
a man the size
of an anaconda.
His hair so red
his eyes so hazel
lullaby in kama
the voice of an angel
with a devilish smile
he is so divine
and a little bit wild
I wish he were mine.
Some call it
obsession
I like to call it
a confession
for what I love,
this infection
of harmony from above.
(I got this of the deviantart site)