I am just a poor girl but I feel I'm looking old
I have squandered all my money at the drugstore buying creams that come with promises.
All lies and jests, still a gal hears what she wants to hear and then hopes for the best.

So I left my home and my family, and I hurried to my friend
who put on a Botox party in the quiet of her living room, doctor there.
Fork out the dough, sticking in the needles where the wrinkles tend to go,
looking for the places I know they would show.
They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie. They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie, They lie lie lie lie.

When I saw the doc I asked him if he'd do a free boob job but he didn't offer,
Wanna look just like the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so broke that I took some piece work there,
another lie

Then I'm putting on my winter coat and wishing I was gone, going home
where injections 'tween my eyes do not still bleed on me, misleading me, going home.

Now I can't move my eyebrows and I can not look surprised
and I carry the reminders of giving in to vanity, I didn't read the warnings and
I have myself to blame, "I'm perceiving, they are thieving," but the Botox still remains.
They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie. They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie, They lie lie lie lie.
They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie. They lie lie, lie la lie lie lie lie lie, They lie lie lie lie.