"White Collar" lyrics

Uh-uh

You wanna be Paris, you wanna be Lola
But here you're pretending that you're friends with the owner
I could've been thinner, and I could've been taller
But here I am singing to paint white on my collar

She's arrived at the event, it's culture's cloaked assassin
Adept at making friends
I don't think I wanna play the game of who cares less
'Cause one will end up dead

God, can you bear to hear them talk?
They're all hunting for sport and claiming it's for art
You better start learning to lie 'cause they will get you first
And then you're gonna cry

You wanna be Paris, you wanna be Lola
But here you're pretending that you're friends with the owner
I could've been thinner, and I could've been taller
But here I am singing to paint white on my collar

You're not enjoying, you're over-indulging
Ridiculous, privileged, under-performing
You're not enjoying, you're over-indulging
Ridiculous, privileged, under-performing

I've arrived at the event, I'm culture's cloaked assassin
Adept at making friends (Uh-uh)

You wanna be Paris, you wanna be Lola
But here you're pretending that you're friends with the owner
I could've been thinner, and I could've been taller
But here I am singing to paint white on my collar
You wanna be Paris, you wanna be Lola
But here you're pretending that you're friends with the owner
I could've been thinner, and I could've been taller
But here I am singing to paint white on my collar