i'm waiting for my boyrfiend to come.

my hair to grow

a better job

a better job

for someone to invent a machine to let me go back to my childhood

success!

lunchtime

A better job

Fame and fortune

My big break in the music business

surfing the net and waiting

reading

working

working

daydreaming

complaining that success hasn't arrived.

f***ing off online

Working for slave wages

Lusting for youth

Writing lyrics until my hands fall off

I break his neck

i'll shave my head

I'll get bored to death

I'll get bored to death

life goes on

I'll kill myself!

oh, it'll happen! you'll see!

I'll pet my dog

I'll never get thet facelift I want so much

I'll cry and stomp and curse lame Grammy winners and go to bed angry