| It's too late, in L.A. it's too late | |
| Look at you, look at you | |
| Is that the face you wanted? | |
| You don't see, you don't rock | |
| And feed the machine | |
| Wasted precious years | |
| You feel good | |
| You feel free | |
| Live your lifestyle | |
| You have no troubles | |
| You have no regrets | |
| Lost in victories of your illusions of your broken dreams | |
| Don't leave your path | |
| But you don't have to change your mind, 'cause you're | |
| Beautiful | |
| You're beautiful | |
| No matter what you say and what you do | |
| Beautiful | |
| Created for a plastic world | |
| And I see your plastic | |
| You foxy lady | |
| Where are you, where are you | |
| Your mind is playing tricks | |
| Buy your magazines | |
| And learn your lifestyle | |
| Lost in victories of your dreams, | |
| Wake up... |