Cut-out

Far

You're one of a kind, smooth and sublime


a hella cool dude, a wonderful guy


So what is it like to be liked, to be right, all of the time?


And every time I wander by


the plastic of smiles, the corners of eyes...


I wanna race them lemmings into the sea


look up through the water


touch bottom


To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right.


Am I all right?


It's mine, all mine.


Tu-ra lu-ra


Cut-out, you're a doll.


You're cut out to fit right in.


And you fit right in.