Skin Deep

So no-one told you 'bout the Man on the Moon, baby?
Were you too busy playing down in the dunes?
Sand in your shoes, yeah, stars in your eyes
Just a pity you got nothing inside

You're skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
You're skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
Skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
And I'm bored with you

Well, pretty baby, all the labels you wear
They kinda tell me that you don't really care
You got a style that you picked from the shelf
And all it says is you can't think for yourself

You're skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
You're skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
Skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
And I'm bored with you

You like your magazines and your soaps
Without the gossip, baby, how would you cope?
A fucking junky for the media lies
The world is burning and you just bat your eyes

You're skin deep
Bright and breezy like the air in your head
Skin deep
TV Weekly was the last thing you read
Skin deep
"No, really! Is that what the bitch said?"
Skin deep
Two brains cells, honey, and there's one of them dead.
Skin deep
Tell me, baby, is your blood even red?
Skin deep, skin deep, skin deep
And I'm bored with you