the_squishy

This moment is set. Lets make magic. Youre the #1 girl; its time to stay at the top. This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm. The music isnt 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 isnt shit. Its all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE. Fuck your song, youre 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, lets make magic. Youre the #2 girl; its 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 youre 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. Youve 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.