Well, shes the prettiest girl at the party
and she knows it
Shes got a picture-perfect smile
thatll break your heart wide open
Shell let the butterflies free
if your eyes meet for a moment
And when she finally leaves
its like shes walking in slow motion
But when she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed
Shes a mess and shes all alone
So done with trying to pretend
And she says
＂Under the covers, Im someone else
than what you see
on the cover of Vogue or Elle
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
And she says
＂Under the surface,
Im so much more
than just a pretty face or the girl next door
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
Its been a couple of years,
so she moves to West L.A
Cause when you look that good,
I guess you might as well get paid
Went from her parents old house
to become a household name
Its a whole new world
but somehow still feels just the same
Cause when she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed,
so successful
But shes still alone
So done with trying to pretend
And she says,
＂Under the covers, Im someone else
than what you see on the
cover of Vogue or Elle
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
And she says,
＂Under the surface,
Im so much more
than just a pretty face or the girl next door
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
And maybe its Maybelline
But its probably make-believe
Cause the dream that theyre
selling to you
are paper-thin too
And she says,
＂Under the covers,
Im someone else
than what you see
on the cover of Vogue or Elle
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
And she says,
＂Under the surface,
Im so much more
than just a pretty
face or the girl next door
Yeah, the magazines
dont always tell the truth＂
