Obviously you’re very pretty
And even a bit deviantly witty
But here’s the fucking truth
I’ve seen your mamma
And she’s all washed up with drama
No longer has her sexy youth
So you run away and try to escape
With blow, booze and even rape
You think exhibitionism is art
As you undress your artificial heart
You’re so wounded inside
Flashing the camera as you hide
Selling your delirious soul
3rd eye blinded with a fused hole