Now it seems to me that there's a show on every day
About fixing someone else, or the house they're living in.
Got the mirror out, got to thinking 'bout this face
Showing me my fears, moles and freckles, baby.

I don't wanna be homely no more.
I don't wanna have to look like this.
Get the Swan or Doctor Robert on the phone.
Just another errand on my list.

And I don't wanna look angry no more
They'll do the work and I will face the risks.
So when you tell me you don't love me or my boils,
I don't wanna be homely anymore.

Now it's serious, it could take a while to mend
They'll open up my face, like they did with Jackson.
It could sting for weeks, may feel horrible.
And the pain could be unbearable, nevermore, anymore
Wanting to be beautiful, let the pain subside.

I don't wanna be homely no more.
I don't wanna have to look like this.
Get the Swan or Doctor Robert on the phone.
Just another errand on my list.

Doesn't matter that I'm kind
Doesn't matter that I'm rich.
Seems to be the only way to pure success
Is through a stitch.

What if I released this song
And what if it becomes a hit?
God, what if I lose all my life
By trying my best to look like Brad Pitt?

I don't wanna be homely no more.
I don't wanna have to look like this.
Get the Swan or Doctor Robert on the phone.
Just another errand on my list...