Open up the curtain come and play;
Plastic, hey plastic! Have you seen Waldo?
She's a different kind of mind
Spread too thin,
Stretched a million ways you would think the blind
Could see what's within.
Maybe that girl in the corner, she sees what no one else sees.
I don't know her, what a fool.
"Her face is like rotting cheese."
I am the girl behind the beautiful curtain
I'm not a mirror so you dont stop to peer.
Is it easier to blast on a perfect face than fall in the orgy of lust?
Toy soldiers are painted the same in a factory
So get in your places and watch the parade in all its fame and fashionable flattery.