They walk around in paper dresses and tissue hearts
they walk around with sequence hair like a work of art

they walk about in high, high heels
that crush and break their toes
they insist on having huge D cups
and a gruesome plastic nose

and when their paper dresses are torn
they act as though their life's forlorn
but when their tissue hearts are broke
they act as though it was all a joke

I walk around in a burlap sack
my heart is made of stone
I act like I don't want their hair
cause I'm afraid to be alone

My shoes don't hurt me; not one bit
they're easy on the toes
I have D cups that I don't want
I think I like my nose

And when my burlap sack wears down
I don't complain, you won't hear a sound,
but when they break my stony heart
I'll get a tissue to replace that part