Some
people seek perfection
Something’s
offend their vanity
Which
leads them to decide
On
bouts of cosmetic surgery
Breast
enlargements, tummy tucks
Rhinoplasty
implants and grafts
New
procedures all the time
Techniques
to test the surgeon craft
I
don’t hold with it myself
It’s
something I have always felt
Never
mess with Mother Nature
And
play the hand you are dealt
Even a Native American medicine man
Or a witch-doctoring quack
Cannot tell which way the train went
I saved up for ages and I was going to have a face-lift
I
was going to treat myself it was to be a sort of gift
It
was when the day drew close doubts grew to suffice
I
was in the doctor’s office and was put off to be precise
The
thing I was most concerned about was his decor
He
had artwork on every wall and even on the door
They
were all out of perspective and looked askew
And
I had a question about them if not one or two
Until
I knew the answer the treatment, I would forgo
Were
they sample of his work or portraits by Picaso?
I need to get some help
But
they won’t let me in
I’m
going off the rails again
But
they won’t let me in
I
need to get some therapy
But
they won’t let me in
My
medication has run out
But
they won’t let me in
I
can’t stand the pace of life
But
they won’t let me in
They
helped me once before
Why
won’t they let me in?
The
only reason they give
“There’s
no room at the bin”
