It was the 29th of March
and our fever made it hard
To stay in style, to keep in shape
While magazines were trying hard to find next year's face

She is the sad one I'm a clown
Charlie Chaplin, Eva Braun
She learned to smile, I bought her friends
It was the beginning of the end

Ref.
It's cheap thrills and high scores
It's surgery, her high cheekbones are fake
It's a timekill to die for
Its bedtime for jokers
We're dead serious this year

And her comes April all in bloom
Her Gucci dress is torn in two
They killed our heroes one by one
Poisoned by the TV chefs and reruns

Ref.
It's cheap thrills and high scores
It's surgery, her high cheekbones are fake
It's a timekill to die for
Its bedtime for jokers
We're dead serious, my dear
Ref.


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