I tolerate your Roman nose
Your features aquiline,
By virtue of my shaman ways
I'm here to tame your line
More than that I
Cannot explain
You're too too lacking grace
You mirror hop it
To the top
Get off your Pretty-face
You hate your e-mail,
Hate the Net,
So 1970
You play the victim
Play the fop,
But love celebrity
The anaesthetic wearing off
Can never quite replace
Your virtual reality,
Get off your Pretty-face,
For freak's sake do you remember?
That unkind of cutie smile,
Ain't no such thing as a classic car
It's every bleeding mile
More than that I
Cannot explain
You're too too lacking grace
To reach into submission
To Get off your Pretty-face