She loves herself but hates herself in the mirror
She's got the brain of a giant but bigger still is the mirror
The magazines are in her nightmares but also in her prayers
She says "God if I am needed well then why am I so cheated each day"
Well it's such a drag to be ugly
But I wouldn't really know
This world's not made for people who don't look good
I'd be afraid if I didn't look so good
She killed herself said she wanted to be free
There on the day of the service I never seen such a beauty
And even though she was unhappy she never tried to tell me
'Cause comments and suggestions only fed to her obsession each day
And what would happen to the people
If we took away there precious gift of sight
Well I'm sure we'd find another
Stupid way to judge and disqualify
