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You think you’re special

Think you’re different

think you’re one of a kind

One in a million

They say you’re brilliant

You feeling precious

Individual

And entitled to all

Shaped by Pygmalion

Fantasy alien

        Love in mind He carved your flesh from stone

        Now alive a queen upon his throne

        That’s the story you were told

        Because you’re so ordinary

        Ordinary

You start to question

Start to wonder

If the stories you’re told

One in a million

In his dominion

Shot down

Why resist it, why reject the perfect life

You are sold

The backs of billions

For your convenience

        Love in mind He carved your flesh from stone

        Now alive a queen upon his throne

        That’s the story you were told

        Because you’re so ordinary

        Ordinary

“ Pygmalion off'ring, first approach'd the shrine,

And then with pray'rs implor'd the Pow'rs divine:

Almighty Gods, if all we mortals want,

If all we can require, be yours to grant;

Make this fair statue mine, he wou'd have said,

But chang'd his words for shame; and only pray'd,

Give me the likeness of my iv'ry maid.”