David Wilcox - ***** Job Lyrics
She had some extra moneyShe wanted to buy timeHer friends said it was dangerousBut they couldn't change her mindShe did if for her mirrorAnd for the ocean's summer sandShe just laid down to that scalpelThat was in the surgeon's handShe got a ***** jobShe got a what?A ***** jobNo!Yeah...Put a pad of silicone, up against the breastboneTreat her like a man-made thingWell the surgeons try to tell youThat the world will love you betterIf you let 'em cut your bodyAnd put those mounds inside your sweaterBut just think of the investmentNow how long those things will lastYou know, silicone is permanentEven after you have passedWhen the rest of you has fadedIn some box under some stoneYeah you'll still have your silly conesBalanced on your bonesShe got a ***** jobShe got a what?A ***** jobNo!Yeah...Put a pad of silicone up against the breastbone***** job, huh, well get down***** job, pick 'em up again***** job, good god, treat her like a man-made thingNo
