She's plied white, but now, she's spinning it back

Face down, but is she better when she's on her back?

Death star, she's making sure that everybody knows, that everywhere's, a fashion show

And if you're, spinning around, you'll get it back, as good as you were sold

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?

So, last line, for everybody, who finds out how we live

A quick dick, and now, he's ready to go

The right side, one more line, before he's out the door

Yeah, he don't care if everybody knows, stick that shit right up his nose

He's gotta, look good, and feel just right, before he hits the floor

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?

So, last line, for everybody, who finds out how we live

It isn't what you're getting off, as much as who you know

You wanna, play, games, go ahead, just enjoy the show, yeah! Oh, yeah, oh, no! Yeah, come on!

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?

So, let's stop, before everybody, finds out how we live

It isn't what you're getting off, as much as who you know

You wanna, play, games, go ahead, I'll just enjoy the show, yeah! Oh, yeah!