Из альбома: Interbabe Concern
Fairly slow she'd moved in world wrestling spectacle
League surrender, weak gender, stage name
Shoulders bare mean nothing audience-wise
And they want that shoulder down
Royal gown, nylon inner-seam
Abrasive to the skin no real princess wears
I was unprepared, I didn't know the feeling
What it was there, all I was, in you, ringing true
Now she shines in column-inches on the page
It's a perfect rage, it's a perfect rage
They can fire their warning shots across her bow
They can't show her how, they can't touch her now
Me, I left the league last year, and the time was right
Rating point scam, TV-cam low-res
She lets its own static, right-there audacity
Be the glamour here
Pixel smear
I was unprepared, I didn't know the freedom
None had quite seen, I was not the same
I simply couldn't be there, touch what's not me
See what seen eyes see, without me