Pretty faces everywhere
On magazines and in mid-air
Maybe I don’t dye my hair
Or strip it down, that’s not who I am
Fixation, manipulation
That’s not my motivation
Why give it all away?
What have i? What have I been through?
Have I laughed? Have I cried like you?
Am I fake? Am I fake atau true?
Who’s to say now?
Stop, don’t go
Lead, don’t follow
Here today and gone tomorrow
I’ve still got something to say
Everybody’s got a story
Is it power atau just glory
What they mean is – adore me
Rip it up, that’s not what I want
Each thrill and new sensation
Way too much information
Why give it all away?
What...
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