Mascara
You think you're special
The purest beauty
The pristine bullet
Shot into my womb
Radience can't dim
If you're already dull
Ornate your lackluster self
With my personality
Our lovely model
Please strike a pose for us
Our lovely model
Is so second rate
Our lovely model
Please strike a pose for us
Our lovely model
Is so second rate
Greasy pink circles adorn her cheeks
Lipstick smeared on her lips
And it's my dress
And it's my hair
And it's my dress
And it's my hair
Our lovely model
Please strike a pose for us
Our lovely model
Is so second rate
Our lovely model
Please strike a pose for us
Our lovely model
Is so second rate
Our lovely model
Is so plain
No thoughts of her own
Just does as she's told
A gilmmer of envy
Sparkles in her eye
Berate her but never let her escape
She clutches her face
And looks in the mirror
Wipes away the steam
To see her brown features
And you know what she said?
Well, it went like this:
"Why can't it be me?"
Go home to your mother
Tell her where you've been
Go home to your mother
Show her your awful face
Why don't you just look at your face...
So I'm not perfect
Look at yourself