You are the center of your little private constellation
And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable
And you like the way it is
You don't want to question it
You are the wonder of God's own handiwork
Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird
And yeah, even the paparazzi think you're quite absurd
Venus of your consent, is there anything that you give up for Lent
Oh parasite, oh peacock of pride, will you let the little people see inside you
And you don't wanna question it
And you're looking quite possessed
You're the wonder of God's own handiwork
Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird
And yeah, even the buying public think you're quite a jerk
And you're trapped in your little castle
Like Randolph Hearst in his fringe and tassel
Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirt bird
And yeah, even the paparazzi think you're quite absurd
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There's too much information on the television