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 boobs 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