“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, ….