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 b****** 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.