Time would pass, and I would learn
No investment, no return---
Which devil would I sell my poor soul to?
Chose an influential pig,
Chewed cigars and wore a wig,
I would make it big
And have control, too.

But it's a different game now
Than the game begun---
He never calls me by my name now,
Still I run.
It seems I've found the hero
Who would come my way;
My self-respect is zero,
Yet I stay.

Stand before him in the nude,
Once it made him wild and lewd,
But now he only lies there and mocks me;
Tells me I'm a two-bit whore,
Asks me what I'm waiting for,
I go back for more
And that's what shocks me.

Hopes and dreams all fade away,
Roles comes up that I could play,
But he shouts at me to fuck off the nagging;
So I go from year to year,
Champagne turns to tepid beer,
Wrinkles soon appear
And breasts start sagging.

Ah, what a different game now
Than the game begun!
He never calls me by my name now,
Still I run.
Oh, God, is this the hero
Who would come my way?
My self-respect is zero,
Yet I stay.