I really had to laugh when you stabbed me in the back

And like a dog in heat she said she'd stay with me

So I wrote this little song to help me get along

And I took it to the band guitar in my hand

I don't know what I wannabee, what do I wannabee

More than I could take she said this had to break

And it came as no surprise when I had to lie

I don't know what I wannabee, what do I wannabee