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I dont care
How you cut or die your hair
Or the make-up that is painted under your eyes
Its a mask that covers, why we became lovers
Let your skin breath, and your beauty doesnt hide
Theres no captive gleam from,
Silly girls on the big screen, you
All the stars covering the city babe
I hate it when you say youre not pretty
Magazines, plastic queens and everything in between
Sweetie theyre heartless and a waste of our time
I am proud when they pass
All the clones wearing masks
They are the worlds and you you are mine
There is no sign of appeal
From the imperfect or less real
Youre all the stars covering the city babe,
I hate it when you say youre not pretty