You're a flicker candle,
Imitating a tiny flame.
No heat, but you also never burn out.
You're a car's air conditioning,
On a hot day when,
Windows should roll down,
The wind blowing your hair back,
You are the jeans we buy,
So they look older than they are.
You are one of the countless prints,
Of a great masterpiece.
Not the real thing, of course.
You meant so much to me,
But, it's a sunny day...
I think you know what I'm getting at, and,
I think I see what you're doing.
I think I see who you are.
Oh, Mr. Replica,
I thought you were the best, but
In a world like our's,
It's only the original,
So, I'm sorry to say, Mr. Replica,
I just don't have
Or the money,
Or the lack of heart,
To deal with you
On a sunny day like this!