Listen to MISS SICK WORLD here: https://alexporat.bruit.app/miss-sick-world Business inquiries: laurielee@wednesdaymgmt.com CREDITS: Starring: Alex Porat @alexandraporat Director: Iris Kim @kimsauce Producer: Júlia Batista @juleeagh Director of Photographer: Dennis Grishnin @dennisgrishnin Production Coordinator: Angela Wang @angewxng HMUA: Olivia Tsai @liv.tsai Production Assistants: Hayden Koh @hayden.koh & Alex Ef @alex.ef_ Truck Production Assistant: Matthew Quinn Editor & Colourist: Katie Flach @kat.flach 1st Assistant Camera: Eric Schweiger @ericschweiger 2nd Assistant Camera: Jonathan Chung @jonjchung Key Grip: Gianluca Basile @gianlouu SPFX Operator: Erik Smith @eriksmithcomedy Picture Vehicle Driver: Ariel Hughes @areoooola BTS Photographer: Pat Ryder @patryderr Car Contact: Hilary Riem @hilaryriem Artist Management: Laurie Lee at Wednesday Management / @laurieleeboutet at @wednesdaymgmt Farm: @manorunorganicfarm LYRICS: Chorus I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world) Not in this sick world Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing Smile when I’m unhappy Everybody’s reaching for the crown But I don’t want it Verse I try to tell myself that I’m an optimist Crying on my own it gave me thicker skin But really in the end it feels the opposite Thinking all my friends they really wore me in like a pair of Dr. Martens Pre I close my eyes And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids Spiralling in the middle of the night I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be Wake up and they won’t let me, let me Chorus I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world) Not in this sick world Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing Smile when I’m unhappy Everybody clapping when I’m down Don’t need to be miss world No, not in this sick world Where I gotta pretend that I got this When I’ve fucking lost it Everybody’s reaching for the crown But I don’t want it Verse 2 Everything is sunshine and daffodils They say there is a way if I have got the will But I don't want to fit in if I have to be a clone No, I don't want to fit in at all Pre I close my eyes And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids Spiralling in the middle of the night I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be Wake up and they won’t let me, let me Chorus I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world) not in this sick world Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing Smile when I’m unhappy Everybody clapping when I’m down Don’t need to be miss world No, not in this sick world Where I gotta pretend that I got this When I’ve fucking lost it Everybody’s reaching for the crown But I don’t want it