The party has begun
I'll observe the situation again
With such normal people
And with so many common stereotypes
It is a law, the necessity of an identity
I see the popular one (center of attention)
And then the non-social (hiding in a corner)
The girl who is the slut (she went inside a room)
And the boozer who will have a fight
Social models that nobody can deny
You are the only responsible for the choice
And only you the one that can decide
So tell me, so tell me, so tell me which do you choose?
And then the clown comes in, searching for approval from the rest
The intellectual one
Contradicts the statements of the one in front of him
The snake who criticizes everyone she observes
A hippie has arrived (no one invited him)
The sexual symbol (will be out of fashion soon)
The girl who was the slut (she will soon be knocked up)
By the rich boy who just wanted to fornicate
The hippie got real high (he got an overdose)
The football little stars (they're toasting with a jar)
And our stupid slut (now begs for marriage soon)
While the rich boy will simply disappear
