Text: Chumbawamba. Mannequin.

Well, you're a waste of space, your unnatural grace
You're so bloody thin, you don't even begin
To interest me, not even curiosity
It's not animosity, you just don't interest me
Well, you're an energy void, a black hole to avoid
No style, no heart, you don't even start
To interest me, not even curiosity
It's not animosity, you just don't interest me

Tell me, why don't you tell me?
Tell me, why don't you tell me?