Cut-out

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.