He sits alone in his world Ideas filling his brain Writing his book on good looks To bring his theory acclaim It seems to him that his friends Are only in sight When he's shouting the drinks And he's looking just right Jonathon greythorn Had looks to die for Perfect ab, anti flab Plastic hair on Gq cover was the aim Johnny g. his new name Maybe a film or a part That would lead to his fame This is a song of cliches Like bad year ten poetry What's wrong with plagiary? Have you seen my face lately My brand new identity Now i've become my cliche She spends twelve hours each week Studying performing arts Twenty two hours each week serving drinks at a bar Every spare minute she takes To try and hone her craft Praying for the break That will make a star Cute curved katy Was the envy of all She made a statement Getting drunk at the end of year ball Looked in a mirror But it wasn't her there Didn't see herself Without styled hair. This is a song of cliches Like bad year ten poetry What's wrong with plagiary? Have you seen my face lately My brand new identity Now i've become my cliche