Hey there, pretty angel
It's the war on art that we're dealing
And if the price is right then it's not stealing
All these feelings from your mind
What a clever little girl
Write those lovely words and make us feel them
You can sign upon the line, no, it's not stealing
We turn bleeding into gold
So sell your soul
Like a teardrop falls upon the page
Inflicting pain just so they know your name
And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go
But 'til this point it's been everything that you know
If the moment never comes
You'll be sad when it's all said and done
Can't forget it's all about the image, honey
And if they had it their way you'd be left without the money
I used to know this guy
He was a full on narcissist, I did not know it
He said "This is your only chance so don't you blow it
And if you do I'll make you cry, make you cry"
All for a simple song
He sent these angry paragraphs 'cause I had dinner
With my friends, we were on tour, he was a clinger
To ruin him would not take long
With just one song
Like a teardrop falls upon the page
Inflicting pain just so they know your name
And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go
But 'til this point it's been everything that you know
If the moment never comes
You'll be sad when it's all said and done
Can't forget it's all about the image, honey
And if they had it their way you'd be left without the money
And if they had it their way, had it their way
And if they had it their way, had it their way