Lyrics:

Safka

You sell the story
It's me who cries
You'll be the maker
And I'll be the Prize

I sing it strong
And you sympathize
Yet, you watch on
As you see me die
Yeah you the maker
Me the Prize

And won't she be surprised
When she hears the people say
He's the one who made her
What she is today
And when your selling's done
I would love to be the one
But I'm only one lady
You got nine lives - yeah -
I'm the temporary prize
Yeah you sell the story
But it's me who cries
And you'll be the winner of the prize

And won't she be surprised
When she hears the people say
He's the one who made her
What she is today
Now when your selling's done
Oh I would love to be the one
But I'm only one lady
You've got nine lives
And you'll be the winner
Of the prize

Yeah, you, you sell the story
But it's me who cries
You'll be the maker
I'll be the Prize