You're practically together,
Yes a million Yes, I hate that.
You try to impress him,
For that I'll tip my hat.

I wouldn't know if you,
have or will taste the lions groin.
But games over my friend,
Insert another coin.

There's a thousand girls,
they dress like you,
same skirt, same shoes.
They even got your hairdoo.

There's a million girls,
they like what you do.
They sing, they dance,
they move to your groove.
Some write, some play,
Though,
They all had better days...
Days to feel pretty, days to feel new
Days where they fall and feel like fools.
How can you differ one from two
If all you are is all that you knew?

And they bare that black liner
and they wear those same boots,
oh how it angers them too
Little do they know
Little do they see
What is the difference between you and thee.
See
They have these white faces
plastered all over tv screens
on posters,on newspapers even on magazines
They have define how to look
They have told you what to buy
Believe it's just a simple advice.

Now step one that scale, to breath and sigh
And oh! how that number makes all cry!
Don't you feel like you really want to die?
How to look at the mirror and feel pretty?
How to dress and hide this abnormality?
They will guide, they will help you see
What is the difference between you and thee

Go and find the best mirror and see
Look with your own eyes, not the eyes of society
They are not here, please do not shy
Look,
See the difference between you and thee

And my! Must you be so pretty?

Jealousy
An awful advisor
That leaves you by yourself
Heartbroken and grieving
For what was not
For what was lost
For what it really was…