Plastic Fanatic

She’s sitting on top of the world.

Always dressed to kill with those long lasting curls.

She’s savoring every minute of it.

For all the stupid guys she devoured off her list.

As the flower blows and the years go by.

Her face has become like a fruit that’s been sundried.

She’s loosing it, frustration is setting in.

She then clenches her fist and remembers her face lift.

Girl, girl take a good look at you now.

Time found a way to sneak up on you some how. You’re breakin’.

Girl, girl drop your oversized ego now.

I’d hate to see you in the circus with the clowns.

Plastic Fanatic. Rubbermatic, oh you’re pathetic.

Synthetic gimmick. Frenetic way, too much lipstick.

Now she’s flat out broke but she’s got the best implants around.

Her superficial struggle’s gonna put her straight under ground.