Magazine Face
I'm standing tall but feeling stiff, can't explain it
I should feel lucky, he sounds so sweet, I look so pretty but
He's making me vain, I'm getting made up, he says "I like you with your makeup"
I'm his magazine face, his Marilyn, his Grace
This was all that I ever wanted, little girls want to grow up and be wanted
I may candy coat his arm, but I feel as sweet as a crowbar
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
He doesn't care, about my views, just his view of me from his chair,
While he blows smoke, that hangs on my clothes, it owns me
He doesn't know me, but I'm naïve, I believe when he tells me
He'll stay forever, the false hope I need
This was all that I ever wanted, little girls want to grow up and be wanted
I may candy coat his arm, but I feel as sweet as a crowbar
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
This was all that I ever wanted,
little girls want to grow up and be wanted
I should feel lucky, he sounds so sweet, I look so pretty but
He's making me vain, I'm getting made up, he says "I like you with your makeup"
I'm his magazine face, his Marilyn, his Grace
This was all that I ever wanted, little girls want to grow up and be wanted
I may candy coat his arm, but I feel as sweet as a crowbar
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
He doesn't care, about my views, just his view of me from his chair,
While he blows smoke, that hangs on my clothes, it owns me
He doesn't know me, but I'm naïve, I believe when he tells me
He'll stay forever, the false hope I need
This was all that I ever wanted, little girls want to grow up and be wanted
I may candy coat his arm, but I feel as sweet as a crowbar
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
I've never looked better, but I've never felt worse,
Red lips and mascara, they come with a curse
Mirror mirror, when I look too much,
wanna crack your glass cos you took my luck,
I was okay until the day,
I traded me in for a magazine face
This was all that I ever wanted,
little girls want to grow up and be wanted
Credits
Writer(s): Alanna Morris, Brianne Morris
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