Your form is fine
It sooths my eye
For just one while

Until I find

You open Your mouth and we all realize it's a

Waste of time of waste of time

The tabloids will tell You that You're gonna win

You're tall You're thin You must be in
The smile on Your face just a surgical spin
Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head


That Kenzo dress
Is fab I guess

It seems a mess
But makes up in bliss


Your brain and Your !@(& are injected with ooze
Now You're fabulous
- by standards of his


The tabloids will tell You that You're gonna win
You're tall You're thin You must be in

The smile on Your face just a surgical spin
Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head


The day You turn 30 You know it will end
You're tall - so what


The tabloids will tell You that You're gonna win
You're tall You're thin You must be in
The smile on Your face just a surgical spin

Now nobody knows You no nobody cares if

The tabloids will tell You that You're gonna win

You're tall You're thin You must be in
The smile on Your face just a surgical spin
Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head