| She looks at the covers of magazines
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| She’s ready to believe anything
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| If that' s what it takes
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| No matter when it breaks
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| The scale says there’s weight to lose
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| Those spots on her face are like bad news
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| One day she’ll have the time
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| And fit the screen
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| No matter how rank the cream
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| Let me think i’m getting better
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| 3 tons of makeup slathered on
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| Enough to cover what is wrong
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| Her wedding dress just won’t fit
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| Somehow she’ll get back in it
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| No time to waste a wave is coming
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| She’s riding it in her dreams
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| But one more pill was one too much
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| Insane addiction
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| She said: let me think i’m getting better
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| Take pills take shit eat whatever
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| Let me think i’m going better
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| Take pills take shit eat whatever
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| 3 tons of make slathered on
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| Enough to cover what is wrong
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| Her wedding dress just won’t fit
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| Somehow she’ll get back in it
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| All her dreams come true
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| She said: let me think i’m doing better
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| Take pills take shit eat whatever
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| Let me think i’m getting better
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| Take pills take shit eat whatever |