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