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