You are Pretty and Young at the age
Want to mate with richness so badly
The old eyes do not see you
The Face is just to simple
There are several Things to do
Do not have time to rest
The Clock hangs grinning on the wall
Holds Deep folds in its Hand
Silicone
Builds you up
Gives you strenght
And makes you Beautiful
You are Grey and old at the age
Want to mate with innocence so badly
The Young eyes do not see you
The bills become a Duty quickly
My good Child, what should it be?
Your Smiling is oh so fine.
The Clock solicits its wage,
Once more it refers to
Silicone
Builds you up
Gives you strength
And makes you Beautiful
Gives you time
Does not disappoint you
Is loyal to you
Always keeps tight