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Man, look at that rack
Right next to the popcorn and the battery packs
Am I supposed to be skinny or fat?
Hmmm?
Sometimes I get so depressed
Am I supposed to wears pants or a see-through dress
My friends say that I've become obessed
Hmmm?
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
Hair piled high, tons of diamonds
It all looks good to me
How come it's such a big deal
It's about how you look and not how you feel
All I know is I wanna wear those heels
Yeah
Every day, everywhere you look
For $2.99 you get to sink your hooks
In the lives of heroes, in the lives of crooks
It's all good
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
Hair piled high, tons of diamonds
It all looks good to me
I'm gonna wear a little pillbox hat
I'll be showing you this, I'll be showing you that
I finally get to be the homecoming queen
My mom and dad will be so proud of me
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
I wanna be on the cover of a magazine
Hair piled high, tons of diamonds
It all looks good to me
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