Good Morning America
Are you ready
5-4-3-2-1

Touch the way
You make me feel
When you touch my face
It feels so good
Here we go
Yeah
You better love
You better love
You better love

All my life living with this bullshit
All my life
(Body, face, lipstick, grace)
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are

(You take me all the way)

You better love
You better love
You better love
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love

You want a girl with her legs open and her mouth shut
A lady who bats her eyelashes and silences the proof
A maiden who gives until she gives up
So you can crown yourself with counterfeit truth

You want a muse to sing your battles
A goddess to kneel beneath your throne
A damsel to carry your shame
A doll to dress up, used, then left alone

You march down your road to power
With no reason, rhyme, or quest
Just echoes of fear dressed up as pride
And a woman to blame for your madness
To just say yes
Well, guess what
She says no

You better love
You better love
You better love
You better love
You better love me
You better love
You better love
You better love

It kind of occurred to me
People that are photogenic
At 3:30 in the morning
Are fucking icons

Good morning, America