I know that youre thinking
U gotta get some tonight
You better keep on thinking
Hope you realize youre not right
All that you see today
Indoctrinated to believe
What they say on your tele
Is a certain path to grieve
On the screen everybodys perfect
Ten guys a minute with a great set of pecs
Ten girls with a killer body
A perfect ass on a set of perfect legs
But the guy around the corner
Or the girl you know the best
Doesnt look a bit like them
So gradually you lose intrest
Cause you know just what you want
You can do better than that
You can get that perfect body
Youre sure, your tele told you that
You just want someone hot
Because youve never had
That killer girlfriend you dream of
Your best friend did, at least he said
But while you raise your standards
The people you once knew
Suddenly are less atractive
At least thats how they seem to you
And now, alone in the winter
Looking saddly at your screen
Still showing perfect bodies
Bodies you wished, youve never seen