You're such a bitter twisted bitch
Living on the edge
All you really crave is fame
But it's beyond your crip
Watch the world go passing by
Your face down in your fear
Spread your legs a little more
Pretend your star is here

A song for

You said you cam to hollywood
To try to make a change
An industry that you despise
Has let you down again
Little snot nosed teachers pet
Life is short got no regrets
Stop your prayers to get your way
Again and again you like to play

A song for
A song for you

This old class hick is living on the edge

Synchophantic smarty pants
Sniffing up your bosses arse
Sad thing is they forced you to
An in your dreams you wanted to