Good God, where does it end? 
You have been waiting in line 
To have a phone chord or a cable fed right down your throat 
Don’t struggle or it will bend and be a waste of time 
To drain the depth of you from somewhere there 
You’ll only choke 
What seems to be the problem? We can’t dig up anything 
Only dust and spit, and some pictures of you 
You’re choking on the wires and still trying to sing 
It seems that no one could ever love you 
As much as you do 

Hey misses hopeless, the world will catch up 
With your intrepidness, I hope you know this 
There’s no one like you, it’s so oppressive 
You can even spell your own name, how impressive 

I want what I see, I want something shiny 
I want the one who stand in front of the biggest crowds 
If we are to be, there will be more eyes on me 
There will be more for everyone to talk about 
It all leads to me, independent and free 
It all comes back to who will say what I want them to say 
Not complicated, keep it simply stated 
There’s only so much that I can understand 
Before it’s all wasting away 

But don’t forget I can have what I want 
And I want to be everything and everywhere 

Say I’m smart, say my skirt is so short 
Say I’m different, say I’m one of a kind 
If I’m on TV maybe you will love me 
There’s not another reason I can find 
And if you only reject, there’s still these tubes in my neck 
There’s still cigarettes and four letter words 
And I’m sure that you’ll pick such a plain jane 
To think the world goes on without me just seems so absurd