I tolerate your Roman nose

Your features aquiline,

By virtue of my shaman ways

I'm here to tame your line

More than that I

Cannot explain

You're too too lacking grace

You mirror hop it

To the top

Get off your Pretty-face

You hate your e-mail,

Hate the Net,

So 1970

You play the victim

Play the fop,

But love celebrity

The anaesthetic wearing off

Can never quite replace

Your virtual reality,

Get off your Pretty-face,

For freak's sake do you remember?

That unkind of cutie smile,

Ain't no such thing as a classic car

It's every bleeding mile

More than that I

Cannot explain

You're too too lacking grace

To reach into submission

To Get off your Pretty-face