You don't look right nWhere are your pores? nHave you ever been out of doors? nYou're the one that the public adores nBut you don't look right nnYou don't look right nYou call that skin? nWhat kind a vat did you grow that in? nI don't know where your body's been nBut you don't look right nnI look at you and I don't know what I'm seeing nI'm not even certain you're a human being nYou stopped aging back when you were seventeen nBut you still stare out from your magazine nSelling Avon Revlon and Maybelline nnYou don't look right nYou grew too tall nYou could look down on the Taj Mahal nAnd you don't weigh anything at all nNo, you don't look right nnYou don't look right nYou're skin and bones nLiving on a diet of sticks and stones nAnother soldier in an army of drones nAnd you don't look right nnI don't know what to think when I look at your face nSearching for humanity and finding no trace nI think you're a member of an alien race nWho's come to enslave us from outer space nAlong with Robyn and Roxette and Ace of Base