Oh~ I don't need the cocaine or the caffeine,
I just need the queen's singing and i'm in her game
it's a shame, i'm easy to tame

I want a stick of tobacco but it'll be better with e lingering cacao
I want to be a rocker, a painter, e girl at e pizza parlour
I'm a dreamer, as frivolous as your creamer

I don't need your sweet talk or your lies, if you like me,
give me your time
I don't need your verbose abuse, you obtuse mule
you tease to appease your cavities

oh~ we are whores, who can't commerce like Andy Warhol
we are souls in stilettos who ain't no Picassos
jest, and i'll just dance in all that jazz
I don't care how's it going; i'm just kidding

hello stranger, you say i've grown, i tell you i'm worn
you tell me all the issues, you give me cues
but i'm more concerned with the sky's hues
what goes what stays,
i have nothing left to say

I'm astray, where's e way? this is not broadway
where's my pay? is it my turn to play?
whatever, i can't remember
it's another day

Dame

Oh silence!
Your fake demeanor
caked beneath e stiff exterior
prancing with the gullible
your utmost entertainment

vacuous heart
stabbed betrayal
lonely hours
brewing emotions

twiddling your tail
telling bewildering tales
cooking mysterious potions
you are warned to caution

sleek executions
sinister laughters
trodden pawns
secret desires

performing supplemental roles
stroking your ego
e subject of mockery
caught in your symphony
Silence!

The TV's blasting absurdness
absurdness, perturbs
perturbed, you hit e curb
curbs, treat them like turds,
turds, disturbs
how absurd