The Secret Life of a Pretty Girl
Underneath all the clothes we are all human beings
And for pretty girls you can't escape the Hell of everyday life
All the cat calls on the street they start to get old
All the glares and harsh stares I am naked in a sea of people
It's a charmed life you'd think until you start to realize
That the eyes and the attention will never stop
Until you are dead
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