I'm Designer Album Version

My generation's for sale, beats a steady job. How much have you got? My generation don't trust no one, It's hard to blame, Not even ourselves. The thing that's real for us is scorching flame. All the rest seems like work. It's just like diamonds in shit. I'm not class, I'm a whore. Actually both. Basically I'm a whore. We've all got all that style and baggage. Why hump it yourself? You make me an offer that I can't refuse 'cause either way I get screwed. Counter proposal, I go home and jerk off, Uh. It's truly a lie, I Counterfeit myself. It's truly a lie, I Counterfeit myself. You don't own, you don't own, you don't own, Don't own, you don't own what love can buy. You don't own, you don't own, neither do I. Lie Awake in your sex alley, Mountains of Shame is the name of your book. Bush face, silver spoon in your ass. No moral being so down, dog, Down. Mutt. Nice mutt. You're insulted you can't be bought or sold. Translation: offer too low. You don't know what you're worth. It isn't much. My pianos for sale. How many times must I sell myself Before my pieces are gone? I'm one of a kind. I'm designer. Never again will I repeat myself. Enough is never enough. Never again will I repeat myself. There used to be the plan was screw enough Men. Now it's have sex with a man after He buys you dot com for sale at a Low, low price. It's truly a lie, I Counterfeit myself. It's truly a lie, I Counterfeit myself. You don't own, you you don't own me. You don't own what love can buy. You don't own, you don't own what love Can buy. Neither do I.