She’s A Poser

She's a poser, she's a poser
I can't think I like her any longer
She likes punk rock and some hippie shit
Just depending on what the mood fits

She's just a social pretender
She's just a fictional winner
Why can't she make up her mind?
I wish she'd learn to think
For herself some day

She's a poser, she's a poser
She wants everyone to love her
She likes Ramones and the Boyz II Men
And when she trips acid, the Grateful Dead

She's just a social pretender
She's just a fictional winner
Why can't she make up her mind?
I wish she'd learn to think
For herself some day

She's a poser

I know what she's trying to pretend to be
And she's not the first that I've seen
She turns from prep to punk on Friday night
And dresses up just like Halloween

She's a poser
Whoa-oh-oh...