by Miss Fran Daniels

Created on: April 21, 2008

Click, click goes the flashing light
my face is illuminated in the night,
I am staring at the press bemused
Mistaken identity? now they confused.

The lights flash on regardless
this is such a mess.
How do I tell them? No, No
Please don't go.

I am not a celebrity
yet I am enjoying the popularity,
if I say I am not Posh,
will they still give me the Dosh?

I bow my head in shame
this is way too much fame,
for a country pumpkin,
so I just smile and grin

Then the crowd starts buzzing
in my head I hear this ding,
She's not a celebrity!
She's not a celebrity!

The lights stop flashing
the press know there's no cashing.
There has been a mistake,
as they see I am a fake.

I wish it could go on,
even if it is a con
AAH, I was a special entity
As a mistaken identity.

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