Magazines

Well, she's the prettiest girl at the party And she knows it She's got a picture-perfect smile that Break your heart wide open She'll let the butterflies free If your eyes leave for a moment When she finally leaves it's like she's Walking in slow motion When she comes home Sits down and gets in her bed, she's invested She's all alone So done with trying to pretend And she says "Under the covers, I'm someone else than what you See on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I'm so much more than just a Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" It's been a couple of years So she moved to West L.A 'Cause when you look that good, I guess you Might as well get paid Went from her parents' old house To become a household name It's a whole new world but somehow Still feels just the same It's when she comes home Sits down and gets in her bed, so successful And she's still alone So done with tryna pretend And she says "Under the covers, I'm someone else than what you See on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I'm so much more than just a Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" And maybe it's Maybelline But it's probably make-believe 'Cause the dreams that they're selling to you Are paper-thin, too And she says "Under the covers, I'm someone else than what you See on the cover of Vogue or Elle, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I'm so much more than just a Pretty face or the girl next door, yeah The magazines don't always tell the truth" --- Magazines - Anson Seabra