Pretty face, simple mind. Take a look what's
inside. Sugar coated shell, as sweet as cake. But
you're as smart as a frosted flake. Since you were
born you've always been a beauty queen. Every
single little school girls fantasy. Every night
you wake me up in my wet dream. But you're
talented enough for porno magazines. Fashion girl,
a living lie. Painted face, airbrushed thighs. Pay
you millions, though you're talentless. It makes
me wish I had tits. But what will you do when your
glory days are over? Will you find yourself asking
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torch has finally burned out? Who will you turn to
and where will you be? And will you cry when you
go to sleep at night knowing that your entire life
has been skin deep? Who's gonna be your faceless
partner to swim with you in your shallow waters
who will be your victim who will you bleed? Beauty
queen, one of a kind. Fashion world's left you
behind. What's left for you? What have you got?
Just memories and a place to rot.