You turn on the TV
Who is it that you see
But Miss. Perfect
Indeed
She is Flawless

She infiltrates each station
Man-made ideal creation
Dominating
Our take
On perfect beauty

Gorgeous in every way
Always knows what to say
Enticing
She is
A man's desire

To reach that model peak
Chances are very bleak
It's never
As easy
As it looks

She's a false identity
Of precision, can't you see?
She's only
A mere
Illusion