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 shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the land
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 isn't shit It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE
Fuck 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 kill for the top
Lets 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, a toy for lust and greed

Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling
You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you

Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck You cause 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