Starstruck Songtext
von The Escalators

She looked like instant pudding
It was the cream of the commercial increase
She tore her wardrobe wondering what
What kind of freedom was this sudden release
She was naked
We dream of point of purchase
Reveal philosophies like instant pudding We need her on the blue screen
She gives us salt to keep our minds clean
We are naked
Dona nobis pacem
From beginning to the end
Dona nobis pacem