You're so pretty and I'm so lame

You're ever-changing, I stay the same

You give good sermon, I say bad grace

My food for the soul, it leaves a bad taste



You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell

Never lift my head up, no story to tell

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell

Never lift my head up, no story to tell



I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams



You've got convictions, I've got fenced art

I'm nowhere near the cliff, but I can see the drop

I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire

I see your watermark when I hold you to the light



You're so pretty and I'm so lame

Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say

Well now what does that mean

If you can be God then I can be clean



I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams



What if I breathe, see what I see..



You're so pretty and I'm so plain

You score in extra-time, I've seen better days

You dust off your canvas, throw off your riot gear

Don't need no tear gas, 'cos these are for real



Feel what I feel, see what I see