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