A sterile Sunday, New York at morning
Her silver sparkles and make up running
Fills up a bathtub to put herself in
Til' all that's left is her muddy water
CHORUS
Let's get it right
We get it right when we want it
Her nails are plastic, her lips implanted
With legs elastic and eyes of pearls
And all the neighbors - no, they don't like it
It gets them jealous and excited
CHORUS
Once you get what you want
Wonder why it took so long
A sterile Sunday, New York at morning
Takes in a drag then blows it out
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