Magazines

Well she's the prettiest girl at the party and she knows it
She's got a picture perfect smile that'd break your heart wide open
She'll let the butterflies free if your eyes meet for a moment
When she finally leaves, it's like she's walking in slow motion
When she comes home,
Sits down and gets in her bed
She's a mess, and
She's all alone
So done with trying to pretend
And she says
"Under the covers, I'm someone else
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, the magazines don't always tell the truth"
It's been a couple of years so she moved to West LA
'Cause when you look that good, I guess you might as well get paid
Went from her parents' old house to become a household name
It's a whole new world but somehow still feels just the same
'Cause when she comes home,
Sits down and gets in her bed
So successful
She's still alone
So done with trying to pretend
And she says
"Under the covers, I'm someone else
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, the magazines don't always tell the truth"
And maybe it's Maybelline
But it's probably make believe
'Cause the dreams that they're selling to you
Are paper thin too
When she comes home,
Sits down and gets in her bed
She's a mess, and
She's all alone
So done with trying to pretend
And she says
"Under the covers, I'm someone else
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, the magazines don't always tell the truth"