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“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So I dawn my black pants, black nails.
Long-sleeved shirt with thumbholes
And the oversized cross with red jewels.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So today it’s tight jeans
A frilly little baby-doll top
With ballerina flats and pink lips.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So now I spike my hair,
Put on the jeans with big holes
And a shirt that’s just a little low-cut for me.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
“Fuck you!” I say, “No way.”
I am not the next top model
To strike your useless poses.

“Strike a pose, poser.”  “No way.”
I’ll be a punk.  I’ll be a prep.
Ill be a tramp.  If you don’t tell me to.
All in my own time, you posers.

Description
“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So I dawn my black pants, black nails.
Long-sleeved shirt with thumbholes
And the oversized cross with red jewels.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So today it’s tight jeans
A frilly little baby-doll top
With ballerina flats and pink lips.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
So now I spike my hair,
Put on the jeans with big holes
And a shirt that’s just a little low-cut for me.

“Strike a pose, poser,” they say.
“Fuck you!” I say, “No way.”
I am not the next top model
To strike your useless poses.

“Strike a pose, poser.”  “No way.”
I’ll be a punk.  I’ll be a prep.
Ill be a tramp.  If you don’t tell me to.
All in my own time, you posers.