| Sometimes, I’m bigger than all this combined |
| And sometimes I wipe my eyes |
| Because I really have something in them |
| And what’s so wrong about wanting to be consistent |
| Would you just listen to me please |
| Don’t make me say it again |
| And once you’ve found a look that works |
| It’s best to stick to what looks good |
| And I won’t ever gain respect |
| Without consistency as well |
| But I don’t want to be anyone |
| Anyone that I’ve known well |
| Because the last thing |
| That I need is a paper trail |
| One day you’ll thank me for my poker face |
| And I’ll get so many invitations and I’ll take you along |
| What’s so wrong about wanting to put out the vibe |
| 'Cause every time that I try you, you make me say it again |
| And once you’ve found a look that works |
| It’s best to stick to what looks good |
| And I won’t ever gain respect |
| Without consistency as well |
| But I don’t want to be anyone |
| Anyone that I’ve known well |
| Because the last thing |
| That I need is a paper trail |