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 what's left for me?
And what will you do when your 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