Lights. Camera. Satisfaction.

Baby says she's feeling beautiful this way
She turns the page, I turn my head
Baby said she's peeling all the doubt away
Swallowing nothing but the words she read

Prozac. Slim Fast. Porcelain doll

The sickness seeps
From the gloss of a magazine
And beauty weeps
For the death of a queen

Meanwhile, in Hollywood
They're tearing skin form bone
Meanwhile, in Hollywood
It's just a phase, don't you know?

Baby said she found celebrity on sale
Superficial subscriptions on offer today
The doctors say she's looking pretty fucking frail
But it feels better than repulsion tastes



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Writer(s): Chris Newton
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