Got a flashy car, And a druid's smile. Got a shooting star, Shape of a crocodile. I'm your sassy girl, I'm your pop machine. I can make you hurl, I can make you clean. The anole is going crazy. He has higher aspirations. Got my third eye open, And a brand new skin, Got the whole world hoping, That I'll let them in, Cause I'm a Russian Czar, In a new disguise, But I can see the bars, And I can feel your eyes.