Lyrics:

I confess that this is really not my songI bought it in Hong KongIt''s a knock offI confess that this is really not my voiceAlthough I had a choiceIt''s a knock offSo close to realThe look, the feelSo close, and yetThe paint''s still wetYou keep thinking that you''re really holding handsSorry, that''s no handIt''s a knock offJust my luck that I would look into your eyesThen I realizedThey were knock offsSo close to realThe look, the feelSo close and yetThe paint''s still wetI can guess that though you really wear it wellWhat you''re wearing wellIt''s a knock offAnd the Renoir you see hanging on the wallBought it at the mallIt''s a knock offSo close to realThe look, the feelSo close and yetThe paint''s still wet