Early morning six o' clock
Alarmer rings getting up
look in the mirror makes you see
This is not the one you want to be
You take a shower make your hair
Your perfume scent fills the air [bad word]  make-up box
Nail laquer, and it's eight o' clock

Is this you
Is it not
You don't care
You just have to work

You hide behind your make-up
You hide behind your clothes
What about intrincic value
Is this not ridiculous
Did we [bad word] this far now
Is this the only way
To get a bit acceptance
In our society

Outside your house everyone hears
The beating of your high heels
All the boys turn their heads
When you're hovering down the stairs
You reach for power in many ways
Never mind the expence
You’re a symbol for career
Let all the others disappear

You shake hands
And you smile
No one knows
What's inside

Do you feel satisfied
When [bad word] home late at night
Do you have a guilty conscience
With yourself
Money makes the mare go
That's what you always say
What has to happen
To make you change one day