She became a total stranger to herself
Mourning for the morning she ate out of their hands
Overwhelmed by their control, their wealth
She was standing there naked, conducting the band
It was a pleasure then it is still now
To watch her take off her stockings
Yet keeping on her pride and powder
They commercialized her body couldn't do
It to her feelings
Maybe she's far ahead of her time
Knowing that anything can be sold
But she'll never wait for the decline
They may be in command but boring and old
Oblivion to sanctify her deeds
Oblivion to satisfy her needs