Dig it all in, then dig it all out Stick that pin, make me shout Lift it up here and cut me there Botox me, this is the skin I'll wear Change me and give me morphine again Give me life, but I might die in your hands Look at the heart rate falling down Will somebody tell me why am I damned Doctor, you got the power of skin heal To make someone fall in love with my peel Would you sell your soul just to be a doll So, what do you say, miss, do we got a deal You would do everything for your appearance Tell me why is it so sacred to you, baby, and Have you heard of a thing called consequence You would do everything for your appearance I wonder how your interior can be so rotten Only care about your looks, give your brain a chance