I'm tired of being out of style, out of style So go ahead and try to customize, make me right I guess blue eyes are just your type, just your type You're sorry I'm not what you like, what you like I wanna be Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga I wanna be designer I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace I wanna be the accessory that you need I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season But I still wanna be, wanna be, your designer boyfriend You'll wear me on your arm to every party, every party. Love me til the novelty fades then I'll be replaced You'll tuck me away safely, cry when you lose me. You'll put insurance on me baby, on me baby So I wanna be Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga I wanna be designer I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace I wanna be the accessory that you need I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season But I still wanna be, wanna be, your designer boyfriend Flip that magazine and you'll see me baby If I wanna be the guy that you like, then I gotta change something alright Cut and paste my face. Enlarge my eyes, do I look right? Oh? Brunettes are not your type? Let me get hair dye Cut and paste my face. You can pick and choose my taste Oh wait You'll never be mine Wish I was Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Balenciaga I wanna be designer I wanna be Hermes, Lauren, Armani, Chanel and Versace I wanna be the accessory that you need I wanna be, I wanna be, your designer boyfriend I wanna see, I wanna see, your eyes light up when they see me But in the end, in the end, I'll go out of season But I wish you'd be happy, happy with Just me as your boyfriend