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