Lyrics:
(Voiceover):
Oh my gosh
Did you hear I'm dating a Jonas Brother
It's so hot
That didn't work
You shoulda known better
It's gonna suck when the cameras stop rolling
And you find out soon
That the treatment wasn't worth it
They're all the same
They all want the money
They're all insane
They live for fame, honey
They laugh at you when you're not even being funny
Well, I've been here before
And I've seen first hand and front row seat
This little thing they call
A video girl (girl, girl)
Video girl who rocked my world
For a whole two seconds
And now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
Of the video girl (syndrome)
Get out of my face
Get out of my space
Get some some class and kiss the past
Cause I'm not about to be another victim
Of the video girl syndrome
Know it's bad when your momma doesn't like her
All your friends are saying she's a liar
Never ending phone calls aren't enough
(It's not enough, it's never enough)
Move to L.A.
Got no talent
Not evern like you won a miss teen pageant
Daddy pays your bills
But, you still whine
I've been here before
And I've seen first hand and front row seat
What happens to a man
(What happens to a man)
When he gets in the hands of a
Video girl who rocked my world
For a whole two seconds
And now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
Of the video girl (syndrome)
Get out of my face
Get out of my space
Get some some class and kiss the past
Cause I'm not about to be another victim
Of the video girl syndrome
You are never gonna see me missin"
(video girl syndrome)
I'm not gonna be another victim
Of the video girl syndrome
Yeah, oh whoa, oh
Video girl who rocked my world
For a whole two seconds
And now I know
I'm not about to be another victim
(I won't be a victim)
Of the video girl (syndrome)
Get out of my face
Get out of my space
Get some class and kiss the past
I'm not about to be another victim
Of the video girl syndrome
I won't be a victim
Of the video girl syndrome
**********
"So, you're going to Canada, eh?" Jax said to me as he was standing awkwardly at the foot of my bed, while I was filling my empty suitcase.
As you probably figured out by now, I called Zane yesterday and told that I will be coming to join him and his band in Canada. I think it may have been a point of what I'm not too sure of. Either way, I know I'm getting butterflies in my stomach as I'm packing outfits to wear. Do I pack casual? Do I pack dressing? I guess I'll pack both just in case. I knew that I have to pack my lucky boots, and I know I can't pack my sexy red dress that I first met Zane in because he's already seen that on my before -- even though I wish I could wear it everyday of my life because it's that good.
I realized I hadn't answered Jax's question, I've been doing that a lot lately, because I've become stuck in my own head. Jax was standing there with his hands in his pockets, just waiting -- he does that every time he has to wait. I took a pause from my packing to faintly say: "yeah" to Jax, then returned to folding my clothes neatly into my suitcase. I took a peak at Jax again, because now I was the one waiting for his answer, but not receiving it.
I stopped packing, and felt myself becoming angry because of the disappointed look he was giving me at the moment.
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RomanceRomie Adler has been a devoted fan of music since she could remember, so much so that she chose a career path that involved making it; the words of the music that is. She is so close to graduating from UCLA with a degree in songwriting that she can...
