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