Who Am I

She walks home from the gym with her fashion magazine And she sees the builders giving her the eye She steps into the shower and exfoliates her legs Puts product in her hair and blows it dry She picks the perfect outfit to accommodate her day And she rolls her stockings right up to her thighs She looks into the bathroom mirror and puckers up her lips And she wonders: "Who am I? " She never thought she'd wear a padded bra She knows that what you wear is who you are It's who you are... She still has incense somewhere in a drawer But she knows she's not a hippie anymore She's a cover SVP She's an almost VIP People think she's 24, but it's a lie. She hits an after party, after eating Japanese With a "this week's new, best friend" close by her side. She has powder on her face, and powder up her nose And she's jealous, but she can't remember why She catches her reflection in a glass of pink champagne And she wonders: "Who am I? " She never thought she'd be part of the trend She knows the people judge you by your friends and your foes She listens to the kinks behind closed doors But she knows she's not a hippie anymore She goes out on a date with the man from business class She knows he's not her type, but she will try She wants him for his money and she wants him for his moustache And she's prepared to overlook his tie She hears him make a joke and she sees him make a move And she's deciding if she'd rather die She looks into her tiny mirror in a tiny handbag And she wonders: "Who am I? " She never thought this suit could be her lover You judge a broker by his cover, and his was great! She says she'll never be a corporate whore But she knows she's not a hippie anymore And she might never be a corporate whore But she sure ain't a hippie ... Anymore