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