ginger ale – the rules of the market lyrics
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
if this is 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’m not a p-wn 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
of course it’d be a great artistic challange
and would you please and use your mothertongue somehow
i can swear like the french i thought but instead left them with their vile business talk
i don’t care i don’t care…
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