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