Anson Seabra - Magazines

Well, she's the prettiest girl at the party
And she knows it
She's got a picture-perfect smile that
Break your heart wide open

She'll let the butterflies free
If your eyes leave for a moment
When she finally leaves it's like she's
Walking in slow motion

When she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed, she's invested
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 moved 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

It's when she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed, so successful
And she's still alone
So done with tryna 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"

Written by:
Anson Long-Seabra, Micah Premnath

Publisher:
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