Sand sifting down through a Sieve in the morning light Gets in my eyes, where's my Visine, my contacts feel too tight. There is a hole, big as Me, where I used to be, And in its place, there is Nothing, because it is a hole. Guess I should mention it's All 'cause my boyfriend left, Had his intentions ful- Filled, left me naked and bereft. And so I'll wander a- Round, in a party dress, Unleash my angst, vent my Spleen, play piano, thrust my breasts I've got a whole bag of Metaphors and similes and licks, And if it still seems too Shallow, well, I've got a few more tricks To make me seem as if I Understand the essence of your hurt, To make me feel as if I'm Innocent yet still might shed my shirt And they say I've got talent, Maybe it'll show someday, I've got a big-ass contract, Songs the radio will play And play and play and play and Play My heart is aching, it's Breaking, it's quaking, what else rhymes? Oh, yes, I'm shaking, this faking is Taking too much time And all I've got is four Minutes for the radio single track, You don't defy B.M.I. or you're In the cut-out rack I've got a whole bunch of Press releases, smiles, and evening gowns To hide the fact that my Songs are Tori Amos hand-me-downs. To make me seem as if I Understand that music's from the soul, To make me feel as if I'm Not a product, carefully controlled. And they say I've got talent In that pure-yet-edgy way I've gotta sell some more merchandise If I don't meet my bottom line, I'm gonna vanish right Away in the hills of my childhood, There, that'll make 'em think I'm deep. I've trained for years to look this natural, ... So how come all my videos Look like a sullen seizure while half-asleep? Guess I'll keep selling you Sheep my albums, cheap at twice the price No great leap from the dust- Heap... to a sweep on Grammy Night Look in my soul, there's that Hole... where I still am used to be I must be around, if I'm Found, call this number, ask for me I got a whole lot of Money, 'least my record label did Internet stalkers search for Nipple shots in each frame of my vid- Ee-ohs, so this is fame and Fortune, I can take or leave it be It makes me feel as if some Marketing firm found its destiny And they say I've got talent, Well, at least I know the score, I know I sound like I'm down on my knees, Not like I've not been there before. And they say I've got talent, In a unique-like-those-girls way, Catchy and vapid as a boy band, Songs the radio will play And play and play and play and Play (Try not to think about the Truer, deeper, better singer- Songwriters you've never heard of Working hard and starving while I Tour the country, do the talk shows, Sell the albums, get on M.T. V., I only hope that someday Someone hears the songs I wrote for me....) ... and play and play and play and play and play....