She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Doctor! Doctor!
What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
and woke up with skin like fingernails.
Doctor! Doctor!
What pleasure do you crave when s** lacks pa**ion?
When the hospital lights are dimmed low?
This knife cut fashion lacks compa**ion,
but who says being an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?
Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy.
When I see you, walking by yourself,
I want to cut the corners off your lips,
I want to shave the angles off your cheeks,
I want to wash the geometry off your face.
Those cosmetics run, run, run like ivory blood burns.
You keep coming back to get f**ed on the operating table.
You keep coming back a different shade of nauseating.
It's time to take that face back to the bank
and count the cash you really make.
Pennies, doctor, pennies!