Everybody stares anytime you go anywhere
You have the spotlight
Every man you see he really wants you to think
He's mr. Right
Your friends all say that soon some day
That you will be famous

Oh the pretension all this attention
Goes to your head
You turn the lights on
And everybody knows
That your beautiful

You leave the lights off
And will they still know
That your beautiful
I don't think so

Is there more to you then your gucci shoes
And your mercedes benz?
They look fine, when they don't define
Who you really are
What you bought, makes people stop
Give you the attention
The wondering eyes, make you despise
What you really want

Underneath your skin
Is what makes you beautiful
Don't listen to them
They just want to use you
There's women everywhere that don't really care
If they are real humans

If they have nice thighs and beautiful eyes
Then there good to go
All that matters to them, is attention from men
Can you say pathetic?
There's two types of boring dull and annoying
You get to choose?