Girls Singing

Why does the rhythm get me every time?

It wouldn't if the girls all got along

And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine you

Where is the mirror? Get me to its face

So primitive and yet we all get it wrong

And what a very modern prince

Just like I imagine I know you

Oh my, my

Look what you've become It's the same for all of you

And then it catches up

And you notice what you're made of

Oh my, my Look what you've become

It's the same for all of you

And then it catches up

And you notice what you're made of

Why does the rhythm get us every time?

So primitive and yet we all get it wrong

And what a very modern piece

Always I imagine it in tune