Drool over the oiled up Vogue models
posing like queens of the world,
And then quickly avert your eyes away
'cause jealousy is one of the traits of a girl.

Groom your face,
dolled up grimace
As if a camera is always revolving around you.

If I can laugh and love and feel,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?
If I can walk straight without the heels,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?

I will breathe in this life,
Free myself from the inside,
I am not obligated to
shape myself and fit to your conditions.