Cosmetic Surgery Lyrics

Well I'm alright, the silicone in your cheekbones has me
high enough to ask you out again. And if all this you've
done for me, I will wrap you up so pretty and show all my
friends. And if they ask me, well I will tell them all
that I ... I ... Well I'm on fire, the silicone pushing
up your breasts so high makes me want you back again. And
if all this you've done for me, you should paint your
face so pretty and show all my friends. And if they ask
me, well I will tell them all that I ... I ... I've got a plastic pretty prize, and she put herself all together,
and I wish I had a friend but I got a girl. I got a girl.
I got a girl. I got a girl. I got a girl. I got a girl. I
got a girl. I got a girl. Someday, we'll get off making
movies about ourselves stripped down for summer and we'll
laugh with your skin bunched around your bones like a
shrink-wrap graveyard and we'll smile and say that was
when your mother was quite something and we'll know that
all along we had it all wrong.

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