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Twenty-five year old teenager steals every scene He's got wrinkles in his forehead He's supposed to be younger than me He's a rebel with a clause His contracts guaranteed He's filthy rich and he's squeaky clean The beautiful ugly girl frowns for a while But I'll give her half an hour before she's wearing a smile A few home truths in a telephone booth Her lipstick and her liposuction, new hair style Rich little poor girl smiles at me And her conscience shines as white as her teeth It's yellow below, it's decaying beneath Too much apple pie and ice cream and not enough to eat Mother and father are so understanding They never get upset and they never get angry Home sweet home is sickly so I'd like to throw the switch on the nuclear family It's right against wrong Good against evil Perfect problems for perfect people Remote Control