Prima Donna

Prima Donna

Dodged a call from The Investor

Were you struck dumb?

Were you, Prima Donna?

Now struck dumb

The next call she, uh, picked up

Aha, you’re not so lucky

Are you, Prima Donna?

The Investor came through loud and clear

She was dumb, not deaf

Foul speech hit her ear

The poor Prima Donna

She’s met this man before and seen how he eats

He made no sense

His voice throbbed endlessly

To our Prima Donna

She phonetically built a sentence

“Will this affect my record?”

“It might,” the Investor menaced

The Investor menaced

Tell me, what good

Could possibly come?

He gives her the stage

She deserves to perform on

And isn’t it this stinking world

That likes to see beauty suffer?

Well, isn’t it?

Either way, too bad for her

And she went out that night

And blew the lid off the joint

Like an investment that never disappoints

The Prima Donna