Lyrics
Up on the catwalk,
You've seen them strut their stuff.
Would you like to sacrifice your self-preservation?
Would that be enough?
Chorus:
You'd like to be her,
She's got fire in her eyes and a look that says I won't deny you.
You'd like to be her,
She's on the cover of Vogue,
Wrapped up in cellophane, she's got her name in gold.
She must be perfect,
Her teeth are white and she's stick thin.
But what's on the inside?
A body that's torn, abused, just bones under skin.
Repeat Chorus
Why do you whimper,
When grown men stare at you?
You put the food on display,
Now you have to make due with some natural rules.
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