I won't change, 
I don't want to be like you 
Why would 
I want to be like you? 
The cutouts shout their insults as 
I'm walking down the hall, 
Turn around and tell them to 'go back to the shopping mall' 
I won't change 
I won't change, 
I want to be strange 
Why would 
I want to be like you? 
Your comments and oppinions don't mean anything to me 
I like the way 
I do things, so don't try to change me