Hey there pretty angel It's the war on art That we're dealing And if the price is right Then it's not stealing All these feelings from your mind What a clever little girl Write those lovely words And make us feel them You can sign upon the line No, it's not stealing We turn bleeding into gold So sell your soul Like a teardrop falls upon the page Inflicting pain just so they know your name And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go But til this point it's been everything that you know If the moment never comes You'll be sad when it's all said and done Can't forget it's all about the image honey And if they had it their way You'd be left without the money I used to know this guy He was a full on narcissist I did not know it He said this is your only chance So don't you blow it And if you do I'll make you cry Make you cry All for a simple song He sent these angry paragraphs 'Cause I had dinner With my friends We were on tour He was a clinger To ruin him Would not take long With just one song Like a teardrop falls upon the page Inflicting pain just so they know your name And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go But til this point it's been everything that you know If the moment never comes You'll be sad when it's all said and done Can't forget it's all about the image honey And if they had it their way You'd be left without the money And if they had it their way Had it their way And if they had it their way Had it their way