Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
Devil may care music production
Beelzebub, president

I like your style, too bad you’re not a singer
Oh, but I am, I am a singer
Hmm, no fooling
No, no listen

Fantastic, different
I want to be a star, of please
You’ve talked me into it contract
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy

Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts
World tours, your name in lights
Take your time, read it all
Oh, I give up, can I trust you? Okay, I’ll sign

Write! Where’s the ink?
We always use blood, it’s more permanent
Oh, I don’t know, can’t we wait for dad?
Oh, sure, I’ll be back next year come on, Wease

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What about a band? I know a drummer
She can’t be bothered kid, she’s got an interview
The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly

How do you feel about your sudden success?
Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know
It’s like, fabulous lonely, too, sometimes
Oh, that’s nice

This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock
You’re at the top now, sweetie
Yeah, but where do I go from here?
Don’t worry, I want you, we have a bargain

No, I didn’t mean that, wait
I’ve been waiting, now it’s my turn, no
According to our contract, at precisely midnight
At the moment of her greatest triumph

The party of the first part, that’s you
Agrees to render up her soul now and forever more
To the party of the second part, that’s me
Shall we go?