Look to the hills -- now look at my face Do you notice my eyes -- are they in the right place? There's a Mantovani backdrop -- to pucker-up a tummy tuck A voice soft as lint -- mashed up with shades of pink You can hide your genetics under drastic cosmetics But this chameleon magic is renowned to be tragic Look to the hills -- now look at my face Do you notice my eyes -- are they in the right place?