Now

My dressing room must
Be clean, free of dust
Fan mail must be sent
Directly to me

You’ll order me a latte
No whip, it’s passé
And fatt’ning
So please be on your way

I’m waiting
Can’t start without my latte
Patiently
I really need my latte
Tell me why
The hell it’s taking you so long
To get my latte

You’re such a liar
There was no fire
I think, no I know that
I’ll just run things my way

You’re fired
Because my latte’s cold now
Expired
Just take your bow and say, “Ciao!”
Go away
Take your pitiful self with you
I’ll run things my way

Thanks to you, my career’s falling apart
From the way that it used to be, yeah
No matter the roles, I
Am now an old fart
Who fired her assistant

Over a latte
That got cold as clay
Over, over, over, over

Over a damn latte
I’ll just approach the machine
And fix my own damn latte
(I’m running things my way)
Because I can’t trust anyone
To fix it for me

Don’t tell me
I’m just another diva
Don’t tell me
I should move to Geneva
Though it’s a
Pretty city in Switzerland
(Don’t want you to waste your breath)
I’ll run things my way

(Why must I)
Hire a new assistant
They always act resistant
To the clear-
As-crystal demands I make, so
(I make, so)
I’ll run things my way

I’ll just run things my way