Don't Look Right

You don't look right

Where are your pores?

Have you ever been out of doors?

You're the one that the public adores

But you don't look right

You don't look right

You call that skin?

What kind a vat did you grow that in?

I don't know where your body's been

But you don't look right

I look at you and I don't know what I'm seeing

I'm not even certain you're a human being

You stopped aging back when you were seventeen

But you still stare out from your magazine

Selling Avon Revlon and Maybelline

You don't look right

You grew too tall

You could look down on the Taj Mahal

And you don't weigh anything at all

No, you don't look right

You don't look right

You're skin and bones

Living on a diet of sticks and stones

Another soldier in an army of drones

And you don't look right

I don't know what to think when I look at your face

Searching for humanity and finding no trace

I think you're a member of an alien race

Who's come to enslave us from outer space

Along with Robyn and Roxette and Ace of Base