As a child she would analyse lyrics.
She would tear apart each word and turn it into a gimmick.
She used to play with the melodies and beats and the words.
She would come in singing things that no one had heard.
As a child she was always pretty bright.
Never bitching with the girls or getting into fights.
There was something in her head and there was something in her mind.
There was something going round,
there was something burning bright.
This don't matter to me,
soon I'll be on TV and,
I won't have to dream,
no more.
This ain't got nothing on me,
soon I'll be VIP.
I'll be makin' money,
being a G,
going properly.
Teachers used to say
"What do you want to be?"
As soon as she says singer they all look at her blankly like,
"Darling, darling you need to have a back up plan"
"Like what?" she said, "
Working in Matalan?
Well quite frankly Miss,
I've already applied.
With the other thousand applicants standing in the line but, that ain't my calling,
I'm tired of your warnings cuz,
I won't be falling.
So move over darling"
This don't matter to me,
soon I'll be on TV and, I won't have
to dream,
no more.
This ain't got nothing on me,
soon I'll be VIP.
I'll be making money,
being a G,
going properly.
Now she's grown she's all alone with,
two kids screaming on the phone.
It's landlord calling for his rent but she's still stalling cuz she can't pay again.
And yes she's going to court today.
For the dress she stole away.
It was for a big audition.
Oh my!
She's on a mission to,
show the teachers and the guys,
she made something of herlife.
There's something in her head,
there's something in her mind, there's something going round,
there's something burning bright.
This don't matter to me,
soon I'll be on TV and,
I won't have to dream,
no more.
This ain't got nothing on me,
soon I'll be VIP.
I'll be making money,
being a G
but it don't,
come free
