Look to the hills-now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes-are they in the right place?
There’s a Mantovani backdrop-to pucker-up a tummy tuck A voice soft as lint-mashed up with shades of pink
You can hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic
Look to the hills-now look at my face
Do you notice my eyes-are they in the right place?