Lyrics: Adam Henderson/Alexis Idarose Kesselman/Lydia Night
Music: Adam Henderson/Alexis Idarose Kesselman/Lydia Night
Producer: Idarose/Adam Henderson
Let's make a girl
To run the world
She'll sing on stage with graceful rage
Put her on a tour bus
Then teach her how to yell "Thank you, New York"
(Thank you, New York)
Then put her on a TV,
Have her selling pills, the skinny cure
They told me I'm the one
Take my body
Take all the air I breathe
Can't help myself
But be a player on the team
A lion you want, but only in a cage
Can't help myself but be a puppet on the stage
What kind of hell?
What kind of stare?
Should she be nice?
Or cold as ice?
Build me like a Barbie
Then take me to a lobby in New York
(Hello, New York)
The 42nd floor, I'm gonna be the perfect star, they're sure
It's better if you're dumb
Take my body
Take all the air I breathe
Can't help myself
But be a player on the team
A lion you want, but only in a cage
Can't help myself but be a puppet on the stage
Take the things you want and burn the rest
What do I know? I'm a pretty mess
Move my mouth and swing me with a string
Dancing, laughing, smiling while I sing
Will you save me?
'Cause I'm breaking
Will you save me?
'Cause I'm breaking, I'm breaking, I'm breaking, I'm breaking, I'm
Take my body
Take all the air I breathe
Can't help myself
But be a player on the team (Breaking)
A lion you want, but only in a cage
Can't help myself but be a puppet on the stage
Take the things you want and burn the rest
What do I know, I'm a pretty mess
Move my mouth and swing me with a string (I'm breaking, breaking)
Dancing, laughing, smiling while I sing(Will you save me?)
Guitar: Adam Henderson/Lydia Night
Supervisor: Lydia Night
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Recording: Idarose
Drum Programming: Idarose
Vocal Recording: Idarose
Mixing Engineer: Jeremie Inhaber