Fiction 歌词

You had me at hell no I only want what I can't have You're always slipping through my fingers Ain't that just too bad I'm love with a work of fiction Somewhere off in the distance I'm in love with a list of things they tell me you should be Programmed to TV pretty Created such an ugly mind Salivate for celebrity Or a copy I might find But if I had you in my claws I'd expose every flaw Programmed to plastic Set fire to it all I'm love with a work of fiction Somewhere off in the distance I'm in love with a list of things they tell me you should be Programmed to TV pretty Created such an ugly mind Salivate for celebrity Or a copy I might find Programmed to plastic Set fire to it