| Well, she’s the prettiest girl at the party
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| And she knows it
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| She’s got a picture-perfect smile that
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| Break your heart wide open
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| She’ll let the butterflies free if your eyes leave for a moment
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| When she finally leaves
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| It’s like she’s walking in slow motion
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| When she comes home
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| Sits down and gets in her bed, she’s invested
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| She’s all alone
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| So done with trying to pretend
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| And she says
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| «Under the covers, I’m someone else
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| Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah
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| The magazines don’t always tell the truth»
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| And she says
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| «Under the surface, I’m so much more than just a
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| Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah
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| The magazines don’t always tell the truth»
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| It’s been a couple of years, so she moved to West L.A.
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| 'Cause when you look that good, I guess you
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| Might as well get paid
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| Went from her parents' old house to become a household name
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| It’s a whole new world but somehow
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| Still feels just the same
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| It’s when she comes home
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| Sits down and gets in her bed, so successful
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| And she’s still alone
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| So done with trying to pretend
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| And she says
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| «Under the covers, I’m someone else
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| Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah
|
| The magazines don’t always tell the truth»
|
| And she says
|
| «Under the surface, I’m so much more than just a
|
| Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah
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| The magazines don’t always tell the truth»
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| And maybe it’s Maybelline
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| But it’s probably make-believe
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| 'Cause the dreams that they’re selling to you
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| Are paper-thin too
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| And she says
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| «Under the covers, I’m someone else
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| Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah
|
| The magazines don’t always tell the truth»
|
| And she says
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| «Under the surface, I’m so much more than just a
|
| Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah
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| The magazines don’t always tell the truth» |