She’s twenty-one with a master plan To look like a filter on the ‘Gram A little snip here, a little tuck there Vacuum-packed skin and synthetic hair The surgeon’s busy, he’s making a killing While she’s obsessed with a cheekbone filling By twenty-five, she’s back in the chair Resetting the face that wasn't even there! Oh, we’re living in the Clone Factory line Where everybody’s chasing a fake design Got those Cat Eyes staring, looking so wild And Duck Lips pouting like a grumpy child A tiny little nose you can barely use And butt implants that’ll make the news It’s a race to the finish, a quest for the best But you just look like all of the rest! He wants the jawline sharp as a knife Carving out a brand new plastic life BBLs and fillers, a chemical stew Trying to turn 'old' into 'permanent new' They’re walking around like a shelf in a store Identical boxes, what a clinical bore! If you can’t tell the difference between Kate and Lou Then what happened to the person that was actually you? Mirror, mirror, on the wall... Why does everyone look like a plastic doll? It’s an addiction, a cycle, a surgical loop You’re just another noodle in the same bland soup! Yeah, we’re living in the Clone Factory line Where everybody’s chasing a fake design Got those Cat Eyes staring, looking so wild And Duck Lips pouting like a grumpy child A tiny little nose you can barely use And butt implants that’ll make the news It’s a race to the finish, a quest for the best But you just look like all of the rest! Give me a freckle, give me a bump Keep your needles and your silicone pump! True beauty’s in the quirks, the flaws, and the spice Not in a face that’s been sliced once or twice Real style is being one of a kind... Keep your plastic booty, I’ve lost my mind!
