Hear that song on the radio 

The one stuck in your head 

It's designed to seize your mind 

You'll sing it till you're dead 

It isn't by your favorite band 

It's by a girl you'll never know 

But the next time you go shopping 

She'll tell you where to go, ‘cause 



She sells 

Condos by the seashore 

She sells 

Machines to wax the kitchen floor 

She sells 

To get a slice of that big pie 

But in the end she sells her soul 

Because she knows that's what they want to buy 



dose little dode a do do so 

dose little dode a do do so 

dose little dode a do do so 

She gave up chasing that hit single 

Why should she work so hard 

When she can write one catchy jingle 

And buy a house with a back yard? 

The suits fill up her fan club 

The boardroom is her gig 

Her music plays ten times a day 

She must be really big! 



She sells 

Condos by the seashore 

She sells 

The item you been looking for 

She sells 

To get a slice of that big pie 

But in the end she sells her soul 

Because she knows that's what they want to buy 



Then she finds herself forgettin' 

Why she started in the first place 

Afternoons at the piano 

Up on daddy's knee 

First a G, yeah, now an E 

That's the way, baby 

Now it's contracts 

And royalties 

And thirty second spots 

Don't make ‘em cry 

Just make ‘em buy 

And make ‘em buy a lot! 



She sells 

Condos by the seashore 

She sells 

Ointment for that open sore 

She sells 

To get a slice of that big pie 

But she don't wanna sell herself 

And so it's time to say goodbye 



She sells 

Mint-flavored air pollution 

She sells 

Advanced internet solutions 

She sells 

She sells 

She sells