Got a flashy car, 
And a druid's smile. 
Got a shooting star, 
Shape of a crocodile. 

I'm your sassy girl, 
I'm your pop machine. 
I can make you hurl, 
I can make you clean. 

The anole is going crazy. 
He has higher aspirations. 

Got my third eye open, 
And a brand new skin, 
Got the whole world hoping, 
That I'll let them in, 

Cause I'm a Russian Czar, 
In a new disguise, 
But I can see the bars, 
And I can feel your eyes.