This is the sad tale Of the girl in blond pigtails From small town mississippi Her mother put her up for sale She entered the room All curls and perfume Her wide eyes a promise Of beautiful doom
The ambrosia of youth Clouded the truth His chesire cat smile Had them fooled for a while Britney jean, an american dream Spear through the heart of the pop star machine Potato chips and trembling lips The newspaper said that she'd never been kissed
Soon white socks and school girl braids Were traded for fishnet and snackes Only her mascara ran When she should have escaped She stared in the mirror Of what she had become Don't they say you'll go blind If you look at the sun
Like a plastic rapunzel She let down her hair We pulled and we pulled 'Till we heard the tear At the old crossroads With the ghost of bob johnson
She sold her sould But we forgot the fine print If you find yourself lost in The hollywood hills Follow the trail Of glitter and pills
