You're pretty but you tend to forget Instead of lovin' you buy yourself a dress But now these times are gone, the worst has got your best 'Scuse my love but now your head's a mess Now you're looking back You we're looking fine Praise the lord that plastic's not a crime Cease All you got to do is cease When I look at your lips and your cheeks all I see is grease And a cheekbone here And a cheekbone there Next thing you know you got cheekbones in your hair