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Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it's always the same.

As I look into the camera.
Back out through your eyes.
We know each others secrets.
Yet "believe" the other's lies.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
it's easier that way.

It's not superficial.
This glorious facade.
Keeping up the act.
Is always super hard.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
They're the rules it's not game.

I've forgotten who I am.
You've forgotten yourself too.
I'm sure that this normal.
Matters not to me nor you.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
When I'm done you're thrown away.

Purely fictitious.
A character you create.
Image equals status.
Only have to imitate.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
Why would anyone complain?

It's not disingenuous.
I always play it straight.
Clearly you're enamoured.
I'm pretending I'm not bait.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
I'm perfection on a plate.

Vanitys a virtue.
You're a stepping stone.
My new flashy bauble beauty queen.
Shows how much I've grown.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
The limelights faded you away.

Like the film in an old camera.
You're no longer on a roll.
Hanging up to dry.
In a flash negative of soul.

Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it always ends the same.

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