Manekin

Look at her face, keep looking. Looks like she moved there, didn't it?

My friends say I'm a fool, it doesn't matter
They don't see you as I do
You're the image of perfection standing there
With your somewhat sturdy pose
And your very uptown nose
But I know you'll never hurt me
And you surely won't desert me
And I love you, though everybody stares

Poets, those Kids from Fame.