I am a contortionist I twist and turn to become what you want I am a puppet On a string I dance to your music A caged bird who sings on command A show girl that performs for you nightly Think maybe i'm jaded slightly I'm a porcelain doll who sits upon your shelf of life collecting dust and if you were to take me down to play I may just break I'm starting to crack under all this pressure I'm liked a buried treasure that everyone seeks but never finds But if someone did I would surely shine