You turned on the television, you had nothing to do
It told you what to think, and said that you've got something to prove

Stumbling towards perfection
It's a pop-culture direction
When you make the connection
You'll finally be able to maintain the fable
Your life is relevant

You watch the lowly masses suffering on the nightly tube
The only thought running through your head is that they want to be like you

Stumbling towards perfection
It's a pop-culture erection
When you fix your complexion
You'll finally be able to maintain the fable
Your life is relevant

In your dreams of love, it confounds you
Sometimes you long to be someone else
In your dreams of love, just be careful
Is it really you? Or what you're trying to prove

In your dreams of love be careful
Is it you or is it what you're trying to prove?