Lyrics:

I got tired of that same old face So I quit looking into the mirror Such a sight Here's a brand new girl with eyes That are clearer The older model never saw things Quite right Lips tits hips Right down to the fingertips Ten shades of beautiful For every disorder Lips tits hips Right down to the fingertips Just a hint of my misfortune My make-over commence Candy coated lips can Coach me right along No mess no fuss Perfectly natch I hope I learn what makes Me look at things all wrong I'd say she's a man's girl Translucent with a bit of shine I'd say she's a bad idea Conditions as it deadens your mind