Girls Singing

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