But I'm Not Testo

I could rise from my piano and forget each note
I could read some dusty hardbacks that those smart people wrote
I could earn so much dough writing divine source files
I could be a nerd - but I'm not.
I could rise the next morning addicted to Dior
I could enter my office on the 41st floor
In my fancy stilettos oh I would get so high
I could be a hot shot - but I'm not
Instead I cry and spread my voice in the air
I would die if you wouldn't care
I could be a beauty queen, wearing a crystal crown
I could preach world peace and never frown
I would be so full of myself, I'd have my nose up high
I could be so stuck up - but I'm not.