Blonde-haired angel from the upper-middle classes
Excelling in my boredom and my mediocrity
And I can't wait to escape this town, the same old scene just gets me down
But my Mum won't pay for a place in the city
Still, you should see me on the Internet
I'm one gorgeous bastard you won't forget
You should see me on the Internet
And if you hit me up, you might just get some sex
She likes her eyelashes as black as her coffee
And as long as her list of enemies
But you don't make many enemies
If all you do is sit around and talk about your f*cking eyeliner
Still, you should see her on the Internet
She's being worshiped by people she's never met
You should see her on the Internet
Ten thousand pictures of her morning cigarette
Still, you should see me on the Internet
I'm one gorgeous bastard you won't forget
You should see me on the Internet
Yeah, you should see me on the Internet
Hit that mother-f*cking "Like" button, give me self-respect
You should see me on the Internet
And if you hit me up, you might just get some sex