This moment is set. Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm.
The music isn't sh** anymore; your s**ual vibe carries across the land.
Daydream s**, broken marriage f**. You cause this sh**.
Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: 's**y, smooth, yet sophisticated.'
The music isn't sh**. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE.
f** your song, you're looking good. We just recorded your orgasm,
And the money is rolling in.
Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty,
Sexed up by human eyes. An 'artist' washed over, pulled under.
The moment is set, let's make magic.
You're the #2 girl; it's time to k** for the top.
Lets show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm.
The music was never sh**, we lied, we lied as you lay'
Drained, tired, and robbed of your self-expression'
You're a toy, a toy for lust and greed.
Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us.
Trying to be s**y queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you.
Daydream s**, broken marriage f**. You cause this sh**.
Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this algebra.
Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.