Ontogeny

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.