Look at me now. How dirty am I?
A mix of glam, a mix of trash.
Alright!
I wore it by day, and I’ll wear it tonight.
Fashion can wait if I feel fine.
This is what I was told before:
“Get skinny and you’ll get more”
“Fix your face, just to open some doors”
But if I sell my face, where goes my heart?
What’s the point of trying me something
That won’t change my fate?
I won’t fix anything on me, I’m okay.
I’d rather wear nothing than wear pain.
How could they think I’m so stupid
That I wouldn’t see it through?
But now I got
A new mirror in my room
That shows me the truth
And I feel pretty cool
Beauty is a Lie.
It doesn’t feed at night
The way I speak makes me feel glamorous
Beauty is a Lie
And it won’t take you too far
But I prefer to replace my image with my heart.
Hey, you beautiful! You look like a fool.
