Hey Mister Music
with all your allusions
your foregone conclusions
your grand delusions
Hey Mister Music
my name's not Honey
don't call me Dear
my eyes are up here
I am not your American Dream
Hey Mister Music
the life of the party
where everyone's prettyv
and everyone's easy
I am not your American Dream
I am not your American Dreamgirl
Beautiful, wasted
Surrounded by the world that made us
Plastic and wanted
Subscribing to your airbrushed magazines
Filled with American Dreamgirls
I won't be silenced by
your small-minded validation
your silicone creation
rock'n'roll masturbation
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