Flash!

Show some more skin!
But no feelings within!
Flash!
Give me sensualty,
Make love to the camera!
Give me ecstasy,
Don't let them see who you are.
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Since she was a little girl, she dreamt to get on the cover of a magazine,
Smiling at the camera as she's told and showing some more of her skin.
Parents asked her what will happen when she gets all wrinkled and fat
All models end up the same, didn't anybody tell her that?

Give me energy,
Come on, smile for me!
Flash!
Give me fury and rage,
Come on, show some revenge!
Flash!
Look at me, look aside,
And put on that diva smile!
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Now she smiles from up the catwalk, she's got fortune and fame.
Her dad called her for her birthday to tell her she should be ashamed!
Cause from a huge poster on every highway in the country, she smiles down
Commercials for lengerie always pay best, about 10 000 dollars per month.

Give me simplicity,
No, show me arrogance!
Flash!
Give me everything, baby!
Show me you are furious!
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

High heels, top skills, designer cloths and make up non-stop,
Some pills every 2 hours to end the headache she's got.
She just puts on a Hollywood smile, perfect white are her teeth.
Plastic surgery, botox, even though she was only nineteen.

You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Ruslana Korshunova (2nd of July 1987-28the of June 2008)