A sterile Sunday, New York at morningnHer silver sparkles and make up runningnFills up a bathtub to put herself innTil' all that's left is her muddy water nnLet's get it right, let's get it rightnWe get it right when we want itnnHer nails are plastic, her lips implantednWith legs elastic and eyes of pearlsnAnd all the neighbors - no, they don't like itnIt gets them jealous and excited nnLet's get it right, let's get it rightnWe get it right when we want itnnOnce you get what you wantnWonder why it took so longnnA sterile Sunday, New York at morningnTakes in a drag, then blows it out nnLet's get it right, let's get it rightnWe get it right when we want it (x2)