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?