"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

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, ....