The Prize

You sell the story It's me who cries You'll be the maker And I'll be the Prize I sing it strong And you sympathize Yet, you watch on As you see me die Yeah you the maker Me the Prize And won't she be surprised When she hears the people say He's the one who made her What she is today And when your selling's done I would love to be the one But I'm only one lady You got nine lives - yeah - I'm the temporary prize Yeah you sell the story But it's me who cries And you'll be the winner of the prize And won't she be surprised When she hears the people say He's the one who made her What she is today Now when your selling's done Oh I would love to be the one But I'm only one lady You've got nine lives And you'll be the winner Of the prize Yeah, you, you sell the story But it's me who cries You'll be the maker I'll be the Prize