I confess that this is really not my song
   I bought it in Hong Kong
   It's a knock off
  
   I confess that this is really not my voice
   Although I had a choice
   It's a knock off
  
   So close to real
   The look, the feel
   So close, and yet
   The paint's still wet
  
   You keep thinking that you're really holding hands
   Sorry, that's no hand
   It's a knock off
  
   Just my luck that I would look into your eyes
   Then I realized
   They were knock offs
  
   So close to real
   The look, the feel
   So close and yet
   The paint's still wet
  
   I can guess that though you really wear it well
   What you're wearing well
   It's a knock off
  
   And the Renoir you see hanging on the wall
   Bought it at the mall
   It's a knock off
  
   So close to real
   The look, the feel
   So close and yet
   The paint's still wet