Yes, my skin is clear and you can see what I’m thinking
I’m thinking hard about all the things I’ve been dreaming
I’ve been dreaming about you and only you
She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American girls