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What I want to see when I turn on the television is an English supermodel Hosting an hour-long news magazine called "Sex and Drugs O Rama" I don't want her to wear makeup, I don't want that junk put on her And she won't wear fashion outfits, just an old pair of pajamas She bought in her town years before it became another superstore And they don't give out endorsements for five and dimes anymore I want to see a number on the screen with no per-minute cost When I call, it'll ring, she'll pick up, she'll say, "Why are you so lost?" She'll yell out to the crew, she'll say, "Could you please give us some space?" So when she stares into the camera she'll stare deep into my face She'll say, "Remember in the world back when the only way to die was a heart attack?" What do I want to see? What I want to see when I walk out on the street, women in schoolgirl uniforms Wearing headsets and holding clipboards filled with elaborate survey forms Asking every passerby about the last time that he cried And if he'd ever wondered why What do I want to see? When I dream I want to dream about my personally girl She'll climb out of a magazine, naked expect for a pearl Necklace, she'll say, "Feel this, it's not silicone." I never want to be alone again and I remember then when everything was simple We were kids back in the year 2000 I remember then when everything was simple We were kids back in the year 2000 Aus Songtexte Mania