Even before she came apart
She was really nothing at all
No bones and no joints
Only crude connections
Dressed in neon and velcro
Her hair was cut
It would never grow back
Her guts would spill
But she didn't have any as a matter of fact

All the while she is smiling
The white paint reminding
Me of something pure and undisturbed
But she's perturbed
She makes me very very very very insecure

All alone in her castle
A big fake house of artificial material
And pepto-bismol colored walls
She has it all
She had it all
In possession and presentation
Flawless limbs and facial expression
Lips and thighs and tits
You only get from botox injections

And all the accessories to match
Latex skin without a single scratch

All along she had it coming
There was no escape no running
Her flimsy knees don'