Lyrics:

The record company wants a hit so I told them this:
See my fingers they're your money in the shape of a fist
I send you all my medical bills from the stress
And it's ok if they get paid before the printed date

The record company wants a hit so they told me this:
Lose your temper, don't be angry and verbally pissed
Think more about disco you know chart toppers sell
I signed their paper  Suck my dick, sincerely yours - go to hell

(Chorus)
I don't want you
To want me
To want you
To like me
I don't want you
To want me
To want you
To love me
Please don't let them turn me into something else
then the pathetic little shit I am&all if this for a hit

The record company wants a hit so we agreed on this:
To disagree on those little things that matter to me
Don't give a damn about the tension I bring
So don't waste your time on me