S.o.s.

what I want to buy from you
is a little piece of me
standing here half naked
I've stripped for you carefully
part of my personality
and all of my free time
I want to buy for a dollar
what you stole from me for a dime

I don't want to be your petty heartbreaker
but I know that I'll never be
that girl on your turntable
that girl on your t.v.

there's nothing I can do
and nothing I can say
cuz the right words come out wrong
but I can't go on living this way
it's the same old song

what I want to know
is did you really steal the show?
talking trash with the perfect pout
it's your new commercial I could do without

I don't want to be your precious pretender
but I know I'll never be
that girl in your fashion show
taht girl on the movie screen

like an octopus you bleed blue ink
and like a pair of jeans you're fit to shrink
how can you call this living?
it's the same old song

what I want to know
is did you really steal the show?
what I want what I want when I want it
is what I want what I want what I want