You think you know me,but can't you see?

I'm tired of being the princess. I don't want to win your heart,that was fine to start, but the truth is:

(Chorus)

This Daddy's girl is ready to fly,watch me, world, with a close eye.

I've got a new way of doing things.

This time, I'm the one pulling the strings.

Lights! Camera! Action!

You've never seen anything like the new me before.

And you probably never will again, you bores.

I'm a bad girl stuck in a good-girl role,but now that the show is over, I've got a new goal.

I want to be your paparazzi princess. I want to have your attention.

Keep your eye on my ascension.

When you're not looking, I'm a different girl.

I'm not Sam. I'm ready to take the bad new me out for a whirl.

DJ, hit it!

(Chorus)

This Daddy's girl is ready to fly,watch me, world, with a close eye.

I've got a new way of doing things.

This time, I'm the one pulling the strings.

Lights! Camera! Action!

You've never seen anything like the new me before.

And you probably never will again, you bores.

There's more to it, but I can't read another line. TJ has got to be kidding.

I'm being Punk'd, right? This is definitely part of some celebrity nightmare show for sure. But then I look at TJ. His face is smooth and calm. Mom is staring at me nervously and Seth is sweating.

I'm your paparazzi princess? You've never seen anything like the new me before, and you probably never will again, you bores? Eww. I want to rip this piece of paper to shreds and stuff them down TJ's throat. I glare at Mom. Mad doesn't describe how I'm feeling right now.

"Pretty solid, huh?" TJ asks. "We thought you'd like that."

"Words cannot express what I'm feeling," I tell him calmly.

TJ's phone rings and he excuses himself. That's when the three of us pounce on each other.

"Meg, I've had it," Seth whispers heatedly. "You need to back off and give me room to do my job. What were you thinking?"

Whoa. I've never heard Seth talk to Mom like that. If anyone else talked to her that way, she'd fire them on the spot.

"I see now that this was a mistake," Mom says, sounding hoarse. Her face is flushed. "But I don't know how to get Kate-Kate out of this." She looks at me. "I promised you'd sing, and TJ knows too many people for you to disrespect him by not doing this. You don't have to make the CD. I promise. Just sing the song once and we'll leave."

"I just want to get out of here," I tell them both. "I feel completely humiliated! Did you read the lyrics? Paparazzi princess? Who wants to be the princess of the paparazzi? That's not me! I want this song burned after I sing it."

"Kaitlin's right." Seth is calmer. "We need to get that tape from TJ after Kaitlin sings for him. He's legit, so I know he won't use it against her when we tell them she's not doing an album, but I'd still feel better if I had the tape in my hands."