And now the plastic surgeon starts his job,
Marking places scalpels will incise
So high is his fee, a license to rob,
But those there'll always be to pay the price
And have the surgery that's so extreme,
Suffering for weeks with scars to heal
Anything for Star Bust
'Cause it's their dream
Yet it's a dream that's never real...

Sometimes I wonder why girls spend
Their hard earned cash
On bad boob jobs...
Catastrophes...of better "Used To Be's"
Why can't they see them as we do?
Phony looking, too..Is it all just desperation,
Getting a Star Bust that's so wrong?
Like rigid rubber balls, not fluffy light...
Falsely knitted charms,
Foam silicone, So unreal, it's known
By anyone with eyes to see...
They endure the pain,
And then what is the goal they gain?
A Star Bust fantasy..
of mammaries beyond insane..