M2M. The Big Room. Miss Popular. Zeneszám
She is miserable
Why make everybody miserable too?
Oh, can't she see?
What she's putting innocent people through
Miss Popular
Everything she does is wrong
And everywhere she goes, they'll be looking
And everywhere she turns, they'll be whispering
Oh, Miss Popular what is happening?
She could have used her title for a good case
But instead she spits in everybody's face
Miss Popular
Every time she does it wrong
And everywhere she goes, they'll be looking
And everywhere she turns, they'll be whispering
Poor Miss Popular it is happening
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be insignificant
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be all alone
Oh, when the lights go out you can still dream of yourself
How hot you were Miss Popular
Everybody hates you
Poor Miss Popular, I don't feel a bit sorry for you
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be insignificant
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be all alone
Oh, when the lights go out you can still dream of yourself
How hot you were Miss Popular
And everywhere she goes, they are looking
And everywhere she turns, they are whispering
They are looking at you
Why make everybody miserable too?
Oh, can't she see?
What she's putting innocent people through
Miss Popular
Everything she does is wrong
And everywhere she goes, they'll be looking
And everywhere she turns, they'll be whispering
Oh, Miss Popular what is happening?
She could have used her title for a good case
But instead she spits in everybody's face
Miss Popular
Every time she does it wrong
And everywhere she goes, they'll be looking
And everywhere she turns, they'll be whispering
Poor Miss Popular it is happening
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be insignificant
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be all alone
Oh, when the lights go out you can still dream of yourself
How hot you were Miss Popular
Everybody hates you
Poor Miss Popular, I don't feel a bit sorry for you
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be insignificant
Oh, so now you know how it feels to be all alone
Oh, when the lights go out you can still dream of yourself
How hot you were Miss Popular
And everywhere she goes, they are looking
And everywhere she turns, they are whispering
They are looking at you