A bit of a rickety scene at the checkout on a Monday in a shopping mall
At the E4 roundabout I sang playback for a zero
Smells shady, usually says 'Little old lady'
That I should be grateful, should be grateful
But that was before I had to starve
Until I lifted in corsets over scenes
That I never got to keep
If I didn't have a follow, if I didn't want to swallow
If I wasn't Carola, wasn't Carola
Be so lost but refuse to stop
What had to happen should have happened
My boyfriends were boys
Had abs, were free cards
Real divas, real good-looking
Half of Sweden wanted to strangle
Could dance, could sing
Had dreams like mine, dreams like mine
Dreams, dreams like mine
In front of everyone in front of the camera no one liked it
Everyone wanted to see me fall until I was lying there on a dance floor
Nobody saw but everyone watched, paparazzi, See Hear
Poor little one stupid girl, little stupid girl
Be so lost but refuse to stop
What has to happen will happen
Fill the backseat of Sunset with a row of palm trees
Put 10,000 hours, LA dreaming
My sisters stop calling, sisters stop calling
Take a selfie, real burn
Up in the hills in someone's villa
All the jerks, all famous
In a smog of smoke and fog
Wanted to blow me on everything