Ginger Ale The Rules Of The Market
"we like your music" he said "and we're gonna make a
star of you
of course we know you can sing and play but you dress
like an undertaker, that's for sure
we thought you'd look better with a mini skirt on and
maybe a pink bra, or maybe a black one"
is this a nightmare?, I thought, when do I wake up?
I don't care I don't care what you want me to be
I am me, I am me, I am no pawn in your game you see
you don't seem to understand my play - there's no way
for me to be another product for sale
"and I suppose you know the rules of the market
people want to understand what the lyrics are about
and of course it'd be a great artistic challange
so would you please try and use your mother tongue
somehow"
I can swear like the French, I thought, but instead
left them with their vile business chat
I don't care, I don't care, ....
