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It’s the story
Of a lovely lady
Punching well below her weight
Here’s the story
Young Greg Brady
Wants to ask you on a date
Florence, what are we waiting we for?
I swear I’m not a little kid no more
See my new perm? It’s out of sight!
So meet me on the AstroTurf lawn
We’ll share a soda and keep on
Keep on keep on dancing all through the night
And I know it might seem strange at first
But Jan and Peter have done worse
TV Mom
Yes, TV son?
You’re the one
Oh my God
There’s a spark you can’t deny it, I’m sure TV Dad won’t mind it
TV Mom
You’re the one
Ha, ha, ha
Think I love you, TV mom
And we’ll just keep it
As a secret
Sherwood never needs to know
Don’t see no wrinkles
I’ll call you Twinkles
If you call me Johnny Bravo
I’ve had this crush since season two
The fans say “Marcia Marcia Marcia” yeah, but all I want is you
TV Mom
Yes, TV son?
You’re the one
No I’m not
So much groovier and hipper than my bitchy TV sisters
TV Mom
You’re the one
Ha, ha, ha
Think I love you, TV mom
Think I love you, TV mom
Yes I think I love you, TV mom
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Everyone is voting for Jack
His smile overshadows the flack
And he can charm his way up to the top
A lark for change, a passion for girls
He claims he’s here to change the world
But looks and soundbites are all that he’s got
The nature of charisma strikes again
Was bound to let you down, but now he’s dead
A bullet makes a martyr from a man
And we’ll fall for it time and time again
Could weave a fascination like my Marilyn
At once an ingenue and tragic heroine
To give it all away for fame, to be a friendless household name
A tale so quintessentially American
Recognized by millions, known by few
So as she slept, we dreamed up our own truth
It doesn’t have to be real to be true
It persisted in imagination and that’s all it had to do
Something’s gotta heal me, help me, make me whole
Soon as I rule the world or play the leading role
I want to rise, I want to fall, my god the glamour of it all yeah
You can have my pride, my body, and my soul
The goddess of the screen once met the president
What happened, well, I’m sure you’ll draw an inference
Cause though we know their paths did cross, the details are forever lost
But we know better than to ever question it
Why not create these infidelities?
Cause they’re not people, they’re celebrities
And we’ll romanticize toxicity
You must admit it makes for more compelling history
Something’s gotta heal me, help me, make me whole
I’ll never thrive as flesh, just make me a symbol
I’ll take that ride, I’ll heed that call, to breathe the glamour of it all yeah
You’ll have the power but you’ll never have control
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday mr President
Happy birthday to you
Though they were dead, their myths had only just been born
Let’s drive them to their grave, then praise them when they’re gone
A mythic rise, a mammoth fall, my god the glamour of it all yeah
So sign me up, I’ll never notice I’ve been conned
Don’t wanna live as just another person
When I could simply die and be a legend
Skip until the end and let me be a myth, a symbol, and a fairytale
Maybe i can sit with Jack and Marilyn
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