Confessions

call me consumer

the entertainment hunter

i bit the hook

that i will never be good enough

i'm catching up to those around me

secure my uniform

babbet, i could use a kiss

they said i'm insecure

there's nothing new under the sun

fall in line, fall in line

believe the lie in hair clubs, fashion, gyms, cleansers and creams

one day we'll be the status quo

there's nothing new under the sun