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 f*cking frail
But it feels better than repulsion tastes