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