| A natural superstar
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| Oh-ooh yeah
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| Her poster has a foxy waist
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| A body made by cut and paste
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| Her skin is like a piece of art
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| This beauty is perfection and it breaks my heart
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| In this technological reality
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| She exists to fulfil our fantasy
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| But she’s just a plastic dream
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| That’s gone too far.
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| You’re the natural superstar
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| C’mon I know you feel the way I do
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| You’ve got to know your beauty makes me move
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| No you don’t have to hide yourself no more
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| Just get your body going, hit the floor (hit the floor…)
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| This game will never calm my fear
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| A thousand lies, a big career
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| Her face is everywhere I go
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| But I will never match her and it hurts me so
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| In her artificial anatomy, she’s my digital analogy
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| But she’s just a plastic dream
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| That’s gone too far
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| I’m running up and down the walls
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| In self-contempt until I fall
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| I’m trying every point of view,
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| It hurts to find there’s nothing new
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| To seek the sane just makes me mad
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| I want the good but live the bad
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| The way I look has made me blind
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| I guess I need a change of mind |