Echo...      Come, come skinny   Come, come   Come bring a trend   And come nearly naked   Come hungry   Come shaking   Come faking   A perfect grin   Now that's a face   A face fit for breeding   Keep waste fit   No feeding   The Lens won't   Always be watching      So shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   I'm going out of style   ohhh shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   I'm going out of style      Come, come,   fit in   come, come,   Now I fit in   Yeah, I fit in the right size   Standard like white guys   And French fries   I bat these eyes   I bat them black   nose bleeds like a hangnail   desperate like a bake sale   going stale, I am going stale      So shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   I'm going out of style   ohhh shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   While I'm still in style      What can you compromise besides everything?   for fleeting form worth remembering   So skinny   So pretty   So hard to be   Just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me      So shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   Oh shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   Oh shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   I'm going out of style   (come come skinny come)   I'm going out of style   (come come skinny come come come skinny)      shoot me, shoot me   Shoot me in the smile   (shoot shoot me while im still)   I'm going out of style      Work with me baby   just gimme a smile smile      Come, come skinny   Come, come   Come skinny   Come, come   Skinny   Come