You Can Make A Weapon Out of Anything (J. Purvis)

Hey, lawdy mama, look at this mess

I’ll give you credit, you’ve sure done your best

Fat-filled lips and fashion mall breasts

Not a wrinkle in sight: now, will you give it a rest?

Oh-oh, what have you done?

Textured ab’s and implant-perfect buns

Oh-oh, another lipo cha-ching

But, then, you can make a weapon out of anything

You’re pretty attractive, at least that’s what they say

‘Though I’m not sure why anyone would pay to look that way

An expression Michael Jackson wouldn’t want even on a good day

Your skin looks like it’s been shit out of modeling clay

Oh-oh, what have you done?

Not enough sleep and too much sun

Oh-oh, you make those tillers ring

But, then, you can make a weapon out of anything

Too bad those docs can’t put something inside your head

Live rich, die ugly, alone in your bed

Your life’s so shallow it wouldn’t float a paper cup

There goes the buzzer- oops! Time’s up!

Oh-oh, you blew your only chance

This ain’t no dress rehearsal, no warm-up dance

Oh-oh, your time here was just one lost fling

But, then, you can make a weapon out of anything