Eighteen, a beauty queen
Blonde, slim, pretty in Hollister jeans
But she ain't all she seems
Says she works hard for her pay
But she clicks her fingers and everything's okay
Gets her mic and sings off-key
Sees the crowd shouting her name
For her, this is just a game
That's the fame of Miss C.
You aren't going to do this forever so why try
You attitude just aint clever, so don't lie
You might look back on yourself and sigh
You infuriate people with that smile so wry
It's typical that she just relies on Example
Shields her heart 'cause Puppet man tramples.
Saw his music vid when she watched Glee
Looks like they're both moving on
And so should she when she's singing her songs
But that's just the fame of Miss C.