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