That was in the surgeon's hand
She got a boob job
Well, the surgeons try to tell you
Put a pad of silicone up against the breastbone
And for the ocean's summer sand
Even after you have passed
But they couldn't change her mind
She got a what?
She did if for her mirror
In some box under some stone
She just laid down to that scalpel
Treat her like a man made thing
Now how long those things will last?
She got a what?
And make those mounds inside your sweater
Boob job, I pick 'em up again
Boob job, ah good God
When the rest of you has faded
Yeah, you'll still have your silicone
If you let 'em cut your body
Boob job, huh, well get down
A boob job, no, yeah?
Her friends said it was dangerous
Just think of the investment
A boob job, no, yeah?
Put a pad of silicone up against the breastbone
Balanced on your bones
She got a boob job
That the world will love you better
You know like, silicone is permanent
