She's a poser, she's a poser I can't think I like her any longer She like punk rock and some hippie shit Just depending on what the mood fits
She's 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 Boys to Men And when she trips acid the Grateful Dead
I know what she's trying to pretend to be And she's not the first that I've seen She goes from prep to punk on Friday nights And dresses up just like Halloween
