American queen is the American dream
American queen is the American dream


She is a Polish girl in America
Tall, tanned, hot blond, called Anya
I asked her why would you want to be a Hollywood wife
“Because I don’t want to end up living in a dive on Vine”
A dive on Vine”
Air hostesses doing gossip magazine
Crosswords on a flight to old L.A.
Thirty nine years old
With a mile high sheen
Trying to stimulate a mind
That is slowly starting to decay
I itch my skin, I jump up and say
Lady, I know why your thoughts turn gray

Hollywood infected your brain
You wanted kissing in the rain, oh oh
(I’ve been) Living in a movie scene
Puking American dreams, oh oh
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America


A fat security making plays for me
As soon as I touch down in, old L.A.,
he says:”OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE SHAKIRA
NO, NO! YOU’RE CATHERINE ZETA!”
“Actually, my name’s Marina”


Your mind is just like mine
All filled up with things benign
You’re looking for the golden life

Hollywood infected your brain
You wanted kissing in the rain, oh oh
(I’ve been) Living in a movie scene
Puking American dreams, oh oh
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America


American dream is the American queen
American queen is the American dream
Is the American dream


Hollywood infected your brain
You wanted kissing in the rain, oh oh
(I’ve been) Living in a movie scene
Puking American dreams, oh oh
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America
I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America

Cuckoo (cuckoo)
Cuckoo (cuckoo)
Cuckoo (cuckoo)
Cuckoo (cuckoo)


Ten silver spoons coming after me,
One life with one dream on repeat.
I’ll escape if I try hard enough,
‘Till King of the Jungle calls my bluff
Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
I have been sold (I have been sold)
That I must take the unforsaken road (forsaken road)


There’s a fork in the road
I’ll do as I am told
And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t, don’t
Who-oo-oo-oo-ooo I want to be


Cuckoo (cuckoo)
Cuckoo (cuckoo)
Cuckoo (cuckoo, cuckoo)


You say Y-E-S to everything
Will that guarantee you a win?
Do you think you will be good enough
To love others and to be loved?
Oh Lord (Oh Lord),
Now I can see (now I can see)
The cutlery will keep on chasing me (forsaken road)


There’s a fork in the road
I’ll do as I am told
And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know
Who-oo-oo-oo-ooo I want to be.


We are the spoons metally mean.
We scooped our way into your dreams
To knock the knives out bloody cold.
And lead you down the unforsaken road.


(Forsaken road)


There’s a fork in the road (road)
I’ll do as I am told
And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know
Who-oo-oo-oo-ooo I want to be.
Cuckoo

Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed
Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate tongue warm
Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep
One minute I’m a little sweetheart
And next minute you are an absolute creep


We’ve got obsessions
I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you
We’ve got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you


Supermarket, oh what packet of crackers to pick?
They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not
Look, look, just choose something quick
People are staring, time to go quick in
Skin is on fire
Just choose something, something, something
Pressure overwhelming
Next minute I am turning out of the door, facing one week without food
A day, a day when things, things are pretty bad
Don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway
Can’t let your cold heart be free
When you act like you’ve got an OCD


We’ve got obsessions
I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week
We’ve got obsessions
You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak


We’ve got obsessions
I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.
We’ve got obsessions
You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak
We’ve got obsessions (Made you weak)


Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable again

Look like a girl but I think like a guy
Not ladylike to behave like a slime
Easy to be sleazy when you’ve got a filthy mind
You stick to your yogurts
I’ll stick to my apple pie
Girls are not meant to fight dirty
Never look a day past thirty
Not gonna bend over and curtsy for you


Is there any possibility
You’ll quit gossiping about me
To hide your insecurities
All you say is “blah, blah”
Girls they never befriend me
Because I fall asleep when they speak
Of all the calories they eat
All they say is “na na na na na” (na na na na na)
All they say is “na na na” (na na na na na)


Girls, oh girls, wag your tails to the beat
Of Girls Aloud, oh the journos in heat
Write such good stories
Oh their mothers must be proud
Making money of your insecurity and doubt
Girls are not meant to fight dirty
Never look a day past thirty
Not gonna bend over and curtsey for you


Is there any possibility
You’ll quit gossiping about me
To hide your insecurities
All you say is “blah, blah”
Girls they never hear from me
Because I fall asleep when they speak
Of all the calories they eat
All they say is “na na na na na” (na na na na na)
All they say is “na na na na na” (na na na na na)


I feel I’ve been riding in a fast car
Burning dirty gas won’t get you that far
I feel I’ve been riding up the wrong path
But I’m gonna make sure I get the last laugh


Is there any possibility
You’ll quit gossiping about me
To hide your insecurities
All you say is “blah, blah”
Girls they never befriend me
Because I fall asleep when they speak
Of all the calories they eat
All they say is “na na na na na” (na na na na na)
All they say is “na na na” (na na na na na)
Girls, wag your tails to the beat (na na na na na)

You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot
You don’t always have to be on top
Better to be hated than loved, loved, love for what you’re not


You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable
You are not a robot
You’re lovable, so lovable
But you’re just troubled


Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot


You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing


I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable
I am not a robot
You’re lovable, so lovable
But you’re just trouble


Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot


Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power off?
And let the drum beat drop


Guess what? I’m not a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

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