Don't Look Right

You don't look right
 Where are your pores?
 Have you ever been out of doors?
 You're the one that the public adores
 But you don't look right
 You don't look right
 You call that skin?
 What kind a vat did you grow that in?
 I don't know where your body's been
 But you don't look right
 I look at you and I don't know what I'm seeing
 I'm not even certain you're a human being
 You stopped aging back when you were seventeen
 But you still stare out from your magazine
 Selling Avon Revlon and Maybelline
 You don't look right
 You grew too tall
 You could look down on the Taj Mahal
 And you don't weigh anything at all
 No, you don't look right
 You don't look right
 You're skin and bones
 Living on a diet of sticks and stones
 Another soldier in an army of drones
 And you don't look right
 I don't know what to think when I look at your face
 Searching for humanity and finding no trace
 I think you're a member of an alien race
 Who's come to enslave us from outer space
 Along with Robyn and Roxette and Ace of Base