In a good girl new world, teaming with you, filled to the roof,
To make high art, mad love, nightly news,
Skip the reviews, they don't want to be known, don't want it read,
It's just something that's floating in somebody's head.
So let me, princess, print this. Let me, princess, print this.
In a postcard parkside rendez-vous, teaming with you
To make high art based on walking the dog, walking through fog,
And please skip the reviews, because someone you've met's
Become something exploding in somebody's head.
Let me, princess, print this. Let me, princess, print this.
It leaves voices in people
In a countdown downtown total eclipse, big as the Ritz,
You find new signs, no time, some you could use, lost in your shoes,
But don't skip the reviews, we don't want it said,
"It's just something that's floating in somebody's head".
Let me, princess, print this.
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