I DON'T KNOW

You got a problem too much black on my face? You think I really care? You got a lot of balls to think you can say What I should or shouldn't wear How many times I gotta answer that question It's a question always making me mad For“Star Magazine” this season what is“my boom”? You must be joking that's the best that you have? You say to choose a cuter, pretty dress to wear And do you copy Cyndi Lauper's style of hair? I swallowed and gave it a try But now it's a waste of my time Why... (Why...) Why... (Why...) Why... (Why...) Why (Why) I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own I don't know I don't know You're cutting way too close to the bone I don't know I don't know I don't know You want an answer how 'bout I don't know You paparazzi taking pictures of me Got nothing else to do? You make up stories “Her New Boyfriend This Week!” Gossip that is never true And you who go and hold your cells in the air Now is it really too hard for you to ask? You whisper about me right in front of me, too And then you're asking me for my autograph You make a list of what I'm buying from the store Harass me for designer things“she must afford” I swallowed and gave it a try But now it's a waste of my time Why... (Why...) Why... (Why...) Why... (Why...) Why (Why) I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own I don't know I don't know You're cutting way too close to the bone I don't know I don't know I don't know You want an answer how 'bout I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know No...No...No...No...No I don't know I don't know Get off of me and leave me alone I don't know I don't know Why don't you get a life of your own I don't know I don't know You're cutting way too close to the bone I don't know I don't know I don't know You want an answer how 'bout I don't know