David Wilcox - Boob Job lyrics

She wanted to buy time

Her friends said it was dangerous

But they couldn't change her mind

She did if for her mirror

And for the ocean's summer sand

She just laid down to that scalpel

That was in the surgeon's hand

She got a boob job

She got a what?

A boob job

No!

Yeah...

Put a pad of silicone, up against the breastbone

Treat her like a man-made thing

Well the surgeons try to tell you

That the world will love you better

If you let 'em cut your body

And put those mounds inside your sweater

But just think of the investment

Now how long those things will last

You know, silicone is permanent

Even after you have passed

When the rest of you has faded

In some box under some stone

Yeah you'll still have your silly cones

Balanced on your bones

She got a boob job

She got a what?

A boob job

No!

Yeah...

Put a pad of silicone up against the breastbone

Boob job, huh, well get down

Boob job, pick 'em up again

Boob job, good god, treat her like a man-made thing

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