Another day goes by without you baby
I burn bright
Missing your touch
Needing you here
I burn bright
And fade out fast
I need your country cool
Your hands on my hips
Your taste on my lips
I’m wasted and crazy
I need you here baby
I’m ready for you to save me
Call me your lady
I burn bright watching your life on my phone like a motion picture
Wearing your favorite perfume
Wanting your touch
Call me your lady
“Now that’s how you make a first single.” He high fives me after finishing the mix. “I tell you what, Peyton. This shit could get me fucking fired, but I’ve been in this business a long time. I know a hit when I hear one. Meet me tomorrow down at the beach. I have some friends. We’re going make your first video and leak it to Musictube through the right people. The label won’t be able to say no once you go viral.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke about music. I’m going to send my daughter over to do your look with you tonight. She’s in wardrobe at one of the studios. She’ll know what to do.”
I feel on top of the world when I leave the recording studio. I’ve hated everything the recording label has been having me do. None of it has felt right and has made me look like a freaking joke. The press has been up my ass still over this Viola pregnancy cheating schedule. Wes has been eating it all up too. Giving interviews like we were madly in love and he’s a jilted groom. Jameson wants to leak the fact that Wes put his hands on me, but I don’t want to ruin the guy’s life. I just hope in time he will move on with his life after he has his five minutes in the spotlight.
I’ve been in LA for five weeks and the story is as hot as the day it first broke. Viola is milking all the attention for what it’s worth. She smears mine and Jameson’s names every chance she gets.
I’m the villain playing on your radio
Got my red dress and high heels on
Lips painted red like in the magazine spread
> I’m the girl you love to hate
The other woman you made me out to be
Far from sugar and vanilla
I’m filled with poison but still have grace
Singing my venom on your radio