Lyrics:

I confess that this is really not my song**lf**I bought it in Hong Kong**lf**It''s a knock off**lf****lf**I confess that this is really not my voice**lf**Although I had a choice**lf**It''s a knock off**lf****lf**So close to real**lf**The look, the feel**lf**So close, and yet**lf**The paint''s still wet**lf****lf**You keep thinking that you''re really holding hands**lf**Sorry, that''s no hand**lf**It''s a knock off**lf****lf**Just my luck that I would look into your eyes**lf**Then I realized**lf**They were knock offs**lf****lf**So close to real**lf**The look, the feel**lf**So close and yet**lf**The paint''s still wet**lf****lf**I can guess that though you really wear it well**lf**What you''re wearing well**lf**It''s a knock off**lf****lf**And the Renoir you see hanging on the wall**lf**Bought it at the mall**lf**It''s a knock off**lf****lf**So close to real**lf**The look, the feel**lf**So close and yet**lf**The paint''s still wet