The Mysterious Hanger

Um, excuse me teacher I've gotta go to the recycling toilet I'm gonna let them take over the story from here (All clear) It begins with the superstar addressing her duplicant army In a mysterious hanger Silence! My darling me, you are so beautiful and dutiful I'm Superstar, life maker, soul breaker, hit maker, love taker Don't you mess around with me Ten thousand Superstars, I'm getting out my claws Ready to break all the laws, I told you I was the best there was Each duplicant think of ten celebrities These will be your personal enemies Take away their jobs and give it to me We're gonna be the only celebrity Then we can always be there for the photo shoot, the movie role, the recording The clothing line, the perfume, the adori, my ratings and chart positions soring Don't want a two thou for this happiness Anyway, settle for the best you have You are all equal, but some more equal than others My sequel, but you are not people No free wills, no thrills, no gettin' ill Unless it's ill meaning ill, not ill meaning sick Quick, everybody line up, no time to think Get the branding ink You will be burned a number with my brand CC Now duplicants, listen to me Every reality show, movie role Every famous job must be filled with one of my clones Superstar food, Superstar books Everybody copy Superstar looks Like the hook this year, makin' my money off the books this year But let's be clear If you dissent you'll be sent to the vent Emptied and shelved, soul in the hole Here are the rules and did I mention, there is no exception Come on baby, don't you love me When you see me, don't you love me Come on baby, don't you love me When you see me, don't you love me Ugh, shut up duplicants, listen up Your weight will fluctuate no more than one tenth of an ounce Your songs will bounce in count Your feelings are not allowed and you are my slaves so don't make a sound You will not fall in love unless it's a career move Learn the art of snoozering, pandering, and glandering, I'm very demanding Excuse me, what's that over there Me getting old, seize her, zap her soul Dolly I want a refund on that clone, you gotta to go Off to the vent you go (no, no) go! (no, no!) I'm gonna conquer the world, meaning the United States and its outskirts So good it hurts, can you see the perks And for every other star it's only gonna get worse My voice play all on every music station in every nation Including the tiny colony on Mars, merchandise on all liveable stars On every channel on TV, movin' pictures of me Virtual vid game screens on magazines, and direct connect dreams Now I can be everywhere it seems I will not be a household name I will hold the household, hold the pot and pots of gold Lots to go, I gots to roll And once more, when I'm winnin' the world game The word 'fame' will never know what hit it Let's go bad girls we in it to win it Let's go you bad bad girls Bad girls NYC