Dying To Be Pretty
I don’t care if I break my ankle in these heels
I wouldn’t care if I cracked a rib, I must look thin
I wouldn’t care if I had to eat two crackers a day
I’ll do anything to lose weight
I must be like all those pretty girls
On TV and magazines
I don’t care if I don’t pay my rent
I need a brand new outfit
I don’t mind if I have buy all the makeup
In the world, I must be one of those pretty girls
I won’t care if I have plastic surgery
If I have to bleach my skin
To lighten the shade
I’ll do whatever it takes to be pretty
On my grave stone, it may say
She who lies here lived to be pretty
She was dying to be pretty
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