This moment is set.

Let's make magic.

You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top,

it's time to stay at the top, it's time to stay
at the top.

This is the song of the year.

We just recorded your orgaism.

The music wasn't shit anymore;

your sexual vibe carries across the land.

Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.

You cause this shit.

Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.

You cause this shit.

Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for
this song.

This song of the year: sexy, smooth, yet
sophisticated.

The music is shit.

It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE

Fuck your song, you're looking good.

We just recorded your orgasim, and the money is
rolling in.

Alone, alone, afraid, smile glued bright.

Feeling so dirty, sexed up by humans eyes.

An artist washed over, washed over, , pulled
under.

The moment is set, let's make magic.

You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the
top.

Let's show this song of the year. We videotaped
your orgasm.

The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you
lay...

drained, tired and robbed of your
self-expression...

you're a toy, lust, greed.

Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughingg at
us.

Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.

You've pounded in her little head

like daddy wants to pound in you, pounded you.

Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.

You've pounded in her little head

like daddy wants to pound in you, pounded you.

Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck.

You case this shit.

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.