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 Well, 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 Well, 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 Watching movies about yourself 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 you had it all wrong