A plastic woman, there's nothing stranger
Passing through, synthetic bone
I am a sick silicone ranger,
In gel like lands I choose to go,,,,

I'll get them done, to curse my mother
With lots of foam & some whale bone
I am just me, call me Jordan
Im also Katie but noone's home.....

I know dark bags, will hang beneath me
I get my surgeon with his shears
What beholden charms, do you see in me?
De-human-ised, I weep fake tears. . . .

You're going home to see your girlfriend
I'm gonna moan, get on the phone
I'll ring 'OK' with my story
I'll tell each rag, I'm theirs alone

Botox me now, inject that phial
My form would melt beneath the sun
I don't believe in self-denial
Knife enters me as more work's done

But nothing's fun, no sense nor flavour
When you are plastic, full of foam
I am just me, call me Jordan
I'll ring 'OK' my second home....