What I want to see when I turn on the television is an 
English supermodelHosting an hour-long news magazine 
called 'Sex and Drugs O Rama'
I don't want her to wear makeup, I don't want that junk 
put on her
And she won't wear fashion outfits, just an old pair of 
pajamas
She bought in her town years before it became another 
superstore
And they don't give out endorsements for five and dimes 
anymore
I want to see a number on the screen with no per-minute 
cost
When I call, it'll ring, she'll pick up, she'll say, 
'Why are you so lost?'
She'll yell out to the crew, she'll say, 'Could you 
please give us some space?'
So when she stares into the camera she'll stare deep 
into my face
She'll say, 'Remember in the world back when the only 
way to die was a heart attack?'
What do I want to see?
What I want to see when I walk out on the street, women 
in schoolgirl uniforms
Wearing headsets and holding clipboards filled with 
elaborate survey forms
Asking every passerby about the last time that he cried
And if he'd ever wondered why
What do I want to see?
When I dream I want to dream about my personally girl
She'll climb out of a magazine, naked expect for a 
pearl
Necklace, she'll say, 'Feel this, it's not silicone.'
I never want to be alone again and I remember then when 
everything was simple
We were kids back in the year 2000
I remember then when everything was simple
We were kids back in the year 2000