She Sells

She Sells

Hear that song on the radio

The one stuck in your head

It's designed to seize your mind

You'll sing it till you're dead

It isn't by your favorite band

It's by a girl you'll never know

But the next time you go shopping

She will tell you where to go, 'cause

She sells

Condos by the seashore

She sells

Machines to wax the kitchen floor

She sells

To get a slice of that big pie

But in the end she sells her soul

Because she knows that's what they want to buy

She gave up chasing that hit single

Why should she work so hard?

When she can write one catchy jingle

Buy a house with a big back yard

The suits fill up her fan club

The boardroom is her gig

Her music plays ten times a day

She must be really big!

She sells

Condos by the seashore

She sells

The item you been looking for

She sells

To get a slice of that big pie

But in the end she sells her soul

Because she knows that's what they want to buy

Then she finds herself forgettin'

Why she started in the first place

Afternoons at the piano

Up on daddy's knee

First a G, now an E

That's the way, baby

Now it's contracts

And royalties

And thirty second spots

Don't make 'em cry

Just make 'em buy

And make 'em buy a lot!

She sells

Condos by the seashore

She sells

Ointment for that open sore

She sells

To get a slice of that big pie

But she don't wanna sell herself

And so it's time to say goodbye

Mint-flavored air pollution

Advanced internet solutions

She sells

She sells

She sells

She sells

Goodbye

Goodbye...