Got directions to the bombshell factory?
And a bowflexing nightmare tendency?
Where's the tape, my retired beauty queen?
Truth can make you stare into the mirror for hours
And could lipgloss save a nation, Mr. Powers?
Come into what's my own disappear zone
In the world of a stupid girl
And in her stupid dress size
And are you something like a hero?
Different versions of the girl right next to you
And I'm knocking on your door and can't get through
And I cry and I sigh and I try to
In the world of a stupid girl
And in her pettiest of lies
And are you something like a hero?
And the thorns that fall, oh
Have the guts to walk upon them all
I was waiting by the phone for you to care
And I can't make a seed grow anywhere
In the world of a stupid girl
And in her shallowest of fears
And are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
Are you something like, something like a hero?
Are you something like a hero?
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