Fluffy City

Feel like i landed on another planet
Of clones with gym tits as hard as granite
Body fascists rule this land
Where can i find a flat-chested man?
Feel out place and so alone
Amidst the hairspray and cologne
Attitude cuts you like a knife
Ken dolls on steroids come to life
In the fluffy city
The Santa Monica Boulevard scene
Poodle hair and sausage jeans
The ";International Male"; store
The mannequins and customers are interchangeable
Makes me want to get a Revolver*
The whole place puts me in a Rage*
In a town full of out of work actors
The whole world truly is a stage
In the fluffy city
Met a guy, what a joke
He touched his hair and it broke
Conversation was a strain
He crossed his legs and crushed his brain
Teal tank tops everywhere
Cigarette smoke choking the air
Underneath they might be deep
But i have met so many creeps
In the fluffy city
(* two appalling clubs in West Hollywood)