Jennifer will be getting hers,
and I will be there to watch you
fall from the scene with the greatest of ease,
and nobody there to catch you.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
'Cause you're no one to me.
Jennifer will be getting hurt.
Her heart may be blacker than coal.
What once was distrust has turned to disgust,
in the deep very depth of my soul.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
'Cause you're no one to me.
Jennifer and her strange allure.
It seems that nobody objects.
There's not a harsh word for the popular girl,
who treats people like they're objects.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
You are no one to me.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are
You're no one to me.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
You're no one to me.