Today the world seems incomplete,
Like a pie without a crust
Or a song without a beat
The world's dying and cold--a body without heat
The people, they move in jigsaw puzzle lines,
Wanting, wishing, but never tryin'
They make others want to come undone
Since society looks to looks as number one
And then there's you
Beauty queen, modelesque
But only for braces, eyeglasses, Proactiv, at best
Are you Mister Potato Head, with your asymmetrical face?
Or are you a Picasso painting, an E.T, or just a lost case
And you say that you might be stranger, odder, freakier, okay?
That you are the Snuggie with Feet-Holes
Just like original with Arm-Holes
But better--even perfect--in every way
Because when it comes to a purpose, an objective or goal,
What good are looks?
Everyone looks ridiculous anyway
(Basic Snuggies with Arm-Holes)
What difference does make
If you look a little weirder
At least you're wholeheartedly serving your purpose of keeping the world warm
And since it's still free to move
With all limbs covered and secure,
You've been flawless since the day you were born
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