He's looking at you, kid
It was gonna leak eventually, so eventually it did
And bad news travels fast [?]
In minutes, half the country will be stiff inside their pants
All the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet
All the boys are jerking off in private on the Internet
The manager is sweating
The parents smoking cigarettes
And it doesn't matter [?]
It better be, it fucking better be,
It better be good
And she looks hungry on that tape,
Yeah, she looks starving in that limelight
In that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen
Now all the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet
All the boys are jerking off in private on the Internet
Between the sweat and the silhouette
Between the drink and the regret
Have your fill but don't forget,
Everyone's naked somewhere on the Internet
The Jonas generation's got rigs wrapped 'round their dicks
The whole world waits with patience for one male voice to slip
Reflected, directed by one simple fact
Be careful what you're looking at because it might be looking back
And in that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen
And in that sickly green, she might have been a fantasy that I've foreseen
Yeah, get it off online!
In that sickly green, she might have been a girl I know or a place I've seen