Nothing is sacrednnothing is realnYou know what you're made ofnyou know what you feelnnMoments are fleetingnlike the moon in a wellnYou see your reflectionnit's starting to gelnnI belongnI belongnnIn the city of womennwhere the mirror ball whirlsnSee your reflectionnyou're one of the girlsnnSlipping and swirlingnahead of it allnThe men are all biggernbut their antennae is smallnnI belongnI belongnnIn the city of womennwith a silver harpoonnNothing can stealnthe face off the moonnnYour operationnwas only a fraudnYou're still a man withnthe face of a godnnI belongnI belongnnIn the city of women