you like me cause i'm special,
you like me cause i'm young.
speaking of special, you're special, your special treatment works
write your songs, your **** little laughs in the background
ad-libs hitting me harder than my libido when your texts come through

dress yourself in black
clad in designer because that's what all idols deserve
my black dress disappears in the shadows of the room
you keep us away from moonlight because you can't risk letting them know
we wouldn't want your fans to turn their backs.

my lovely little music producer
who slams me into walls to soothe his fiery anger
my lovely little music producer
who lets me sit in his lap as he puts together melodies
that he's convinced can't sound better than my whimpers and--