| Bright light city | |
| You're her religion | |
| Superstars in their own private movie | |
| Play just like children | |
| Lies that take her | |
| Places she's never seen | |
| The kiss and tell of it all | |
| To her seems so obsene | |
| She's so pretty her hair is a mess | |
| We all love her | |
| To that we confess | |
| She has a halo | |
| We really do adore her | |
| For she has a halo | |
| Can we touch her | |
| For her blindness she sees much further | |
| Like on a wide screen viewing going down on her | |
| She's so pretty her hair is a mess | |
| We all love her | |
| To that we confess | |
| She believes in everything | |
| And she believes in nothing in everything | |
| She believes in everything | |
| And she believes in nothing in everything | |
| She believes in everything | |
| And she believes in nothing | |
| She has a halo | |
| She has a halo | |
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