macki-boo

Pretty thin and tall
That's all you want to be
Just a pretty plastic doll
You believe it's the key

You want a perfect life
But you think you're too fat
So unhappy it's came to the knife
Just wanting a stomach that's flat

You start to starve
You're body image you carve 
With all the make-up you put on
But it's all just a con

No matter how much weight you lose 
It's all no use
To you you're never enough

Always staring at the mirror
Until one day it became clear
Of all the prettiest dolls
You were the pretties of them all

You didn't have to be a plastic doll
Not at all
You just had to be you