People don't like the state of my hair They say I look stupid, but I don't care They say that I look a bit of a prat "You'll never get a proper job looking like that"
We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm
People say it's time that I grew up I just tell 'em to shut the cluck up They say that it's time I got a career A shop shelf stacker or a chartered surveyor
We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm
I'm gonna buy me a brave new world Where I can do whatever I please And everyone can do whatever they want As long as everybody dresses like me
As long as they all have their hair like me As long as everybody thinks like me Conforms to the non-conformity
We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm
People say it's time I settled down With a husband and kid in the nice part of town I don't suppose I'll ever be rich But it's much better being a Scary Bitch
We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm
We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm We must, we must, we must conform We must, we must conform to the norm
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