"Camilla Rhodes" lyrics

This moment is set
Let's make magic
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top
This is the song of the year
We just recorded your orgasm
The music isn't 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 isn't shit
It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE
Fuck your song, you're 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, let's make magic
You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top
Let's 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
You're 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
You've 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