We're just crappy factors to a doll's house,
so why don't we have a tea party?
We can pretend that maybe everything is fine,
but behind the scenes we're just lost dreams.

At a child's playground nobody sees
a little girl crying her eyes out.
Someone told her she's ugly,
but she doesn't know she won't be plastic.

'Cause you know perfect's just a myth
and beauty doesn't exist.
And if you think it does then well,
you're going to be left in a pool of lipstick stains.

So why is our society teaching little girls
to plant surgery lines all over their face?
In order to perfect themselves,
"To fulfil your potential."

But what is that?
Potential doesn't come in the form
of a pretty face.
If it does, then no one's ever going to reach it.

'Cause you know perfect's just a myth
and beauty doesn't exist.
And if you think it does then well,
you're going to be left in a pool of lipstick stains.

And nobody's gonna love you
if you're just a lie under layers and layers,
of well crafted silicon,
and a whole ton of surgery.

We all know that these unflawed bitches,
they're exactly the ones who make you feel down.
"Don't you think she's ugly?"
Well, yes, but at least I don't hide behind a mask.

'Cause you know perfect's just a myth
and beauty doesn't exist.
And if you think it does then well,
you're going to be left in a pool of lipstick stains.

They spend hours perfecting a face,
but what's the point in that if it's what's
on the inside that counts?
They're blind to true imperfection.

Coal black eyes and a whole ton of lines,
"Lift this here, add something in here."
It's really all fake, just like the lies they tell,
and pain isn't beauty.