Design the kind of girl you want

To be more like who you're not

And less like you than you thought

It would ever be

Manipulate yourself from the inside out

Create a better version of you

CHORUS:

So if it's your turn to PLAY GOD

It's my turn to play dead

So why does it feel odd

That you said you're my savior

But you'd rather save yourself instead

Pretend in the end you'd be content

With one flaw or with one dent

Or just choose to re-invent

Yourself perfectly

You'll procreate yourself and turn me out

Unless I can be someone like you

CHORUS

Control my soul

Model my whole

Life after you

Is there life after you?

CHORUS x 2