Cut-Out


You're one of a kind, smooth and sublime
a hella cool dude, a wonderful guy
So what is it like to be liked, to be right, all of the time?
And every time I wander by
the plastic of smiles, the corners of eyes
I wanna race them lemmings into the sea
look up through the water
touch bottom
To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right
Am I all right?
It's mine, all mine
Tu-ra lu-ra
Cut-out, you're a doll You're cut out to fit right in
And you fit right in







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