Well, she´s the prettiest girl at the party and she knows it She´s got a picture-perfect smile that´ll break your heart wide open She´ll let the butterflies free if your eyes meet for a moment
And when she finally leaves, it´s like she´s walking in slow motion
But when she comes home Sits down and gets in her bed She´s a mess and she´s all alone So done with trying to pretend
And she says "Under the covers, I´m someone else Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I´m so much more Than just a pretty face or the girl next door Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth"
It´s 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 It´s 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 she´s still alone So done with trying to pretend
And she says "Under the covers, I´m someone else Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I´m so much more
Than just a pretty face or the girl next door Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth"
And maybe it´s Maybelline But it´s probably make-believe ´Cause the dreams that they´re selling to you Are paper-thin too
And she says "Under the covers, I´m someone else Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth" And she says "Under the surface, I´m so much more Than just a pretty face or the girl next door Yeah, the magazines don´t always tell the truth"