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In a town that's all tinsel and teeth It's getting hard to compete You don't need brains or glasses To see it in their face Or feel it in their asses She checks her face on the Sunset Strip Lights a cigarette, exhales the hit And now a word from our sponsor Every once in a while do you have trouble getting it up Up from the couch and the show she's been watching Where her eyes do the listening Her box does the talking You have no idea I'm even alive *TV Queen* And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine" *TV Queen* But you fail to see what you've done to me And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen My TV Queen My TV Queen Yeah Mr. Johnson, I've got really bad news Your girlfriend's an alien, twelve months due SongtexteDue to the smog in California Every once in a while I have trouble getting it up Up to the level that I know I'm missing My eyes can't see the lips I'm kissing You have no idea I'm even alive *TV Queen* And if I couldn't ever see you again you'd say "well that's fine" *TV Queen* But you fail to see what you've done to me And how you've come to be my TV, my TV Queen My TV Queen My TV Queen My TV Queen Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania