Blank pages

Running pen

Screaming women

Ideas on a sticky note

Won't make a song

You can rhyme, you can swing

But it's not a melody

Not quite, not yet

You've got to pour it like you mean it

Or it will rot there forever

Stuck in between your mind

And the ink

I've been waiting all my life

What am I doing?

Where is it going?

I want a little piece

My fifteen minutes

I'll give you a weekly moan

A loan of my soul

Make me something

Shape me into someone

Generation Y is desperate

Use it, use me, fuck me

You'll see, I'm easy

A few grand, a few deals

And I'm your bitch

Yes?

Fuck you, man

This cunt is high-class

Red carpet

Running make-up

Shouting agents

Records by the thousand

Won't a career make

You can act, you can sing

Well, so can they, dear

Hanging there

Standing still

You won't last until you go down

Marry an old fart

Shine bright like a zircon

In your gilded jewel box

I've been waiting all my life

What am I doing?

Where is it going?

I want a little piece

My fifteen minutes

I'll give you a weekly moan

A loan of my soul

Make me something

Shape me into someone

Generation Y is desperate

Use it, use me, fuck me

You'll see, I'm easy

A few grand, a few deals

And I'm your bitch

Yes?

Fuck you, man

This cunt is high-class

Done deals

Gone to rehab

Frenzied photographs

Preparing a hasty comeback

Will crash your carrier

You can move, you can groove

Still you're out

Not here, not there

You've got to sink up some more

Do it like you mean it

Please go re-powder you nose

You're getting dull, love

I've been waiting all my life

What am I doing?

Where is it going?

I want a little piece

My fifteen minutes

I'll give you a weekly moan

A loan of my soul

Make me something

Shape me into someone

Generation Y is desperate

Use it, use me, fuck me

You'll see, I'm easy

A few grand, a few deals

And I'm your bitch

Yes?

Fuck you, man

This cunt is high-class

This life is not for the taking

It will just rape you

Beat you

And leave you for dead

You climbed, you fell, you drowned

Now carry your boulder

And shut the fuck up

I've been waiting all my life

What am I doing?

Where is it going?

I want a little piece

My fifteen minutes

I'll give you a weekly moan

A loan of my soul

Make me something

Shape me into someone

Generation Y is desperate

Use it, use me, fuck me

You'll see, I'm easy

A few grand, a few deals

And I'm your bitch

Yes?

Fuck you, man

This cunt is high-class