You walk down the street
You're going out of bounds
You walk into a dream
You're going out of town
You're beyond the age
When one plays with dolls
Love bondage to glue
You're killing your soul

This is not America, this is just me
This is not America, this is just me
This is not America, this is just me
This is not America, this is just me

Slave to richness
Needin' XS
Made for XL
In love with progress
Your neurosis is sex
Your mask is love
You pretend I'm enough
You're needing much more

This is not America, this is just me

You move from London to New York
Put your mind at rest
Changin' lover
To find one who's the best
Declaring your Vertus
Lettin' them ride your back
Don't care for what they do in bed
They say it's enough to be loved

This is not America, this is just me

I'll see you strollin' down an empty street in Manhattan
Your shadow will leave the mark in the light of West Village
Trapped in Chelsea Hotel
Smiling at the rich old men
Giving you pearls, pretending love (pretending to love)
So this is America? This is not me
This is not me...
This is not me...