I'm a beautician, I'm a recluse millionaire
And I make the decisions on what you should wear
He's got the cure for your acne and the colour for your hair
I've got the cut for your cloth, for that beauty so rare
But I don't love you half as much as you do
I give your colour co-ordination, for party invitations... yes
French perfume so fatale, to hlp you make that statement... yes
Persona elevation, express imagination
Be totally amazing whatever the occasion... yes
But I don't love you half as much as you do
I can change the face of the ones you procreate... yes
But I can't eradicate the genetics that you hate... no
His name is vanity and you are so plain
And if I had my way, everyone would look the same... yes
But I don't love you half as much as you do
Psst... if you are fat, well don't suicidde
Pay me a four figure sum and I will cut you down to size
The disciples of my church, they parade down my aisles
In gowns, skirts, shirts worn with cherry red smiles
I'm a beautician, I'm a recluse millionaire
And I make the decisions on what you should wear
I've got the cure for your acne and the colour for your hair
I've got the cut for your cloth, for that beauty so rare
But I don't love you half as much as you do