growing up shiny, coming out clean
with all of your finery, if you know what I mean,
and when the world loves you there’s no one to blame
everybody’s happy for you..
when they get lonely they dial your page
to feel a little less homely, and strangely afraid,
nothing but pictures, perfectly safe
everybody’s glad to see you..
youth fades, while supermodels get good grades and
everybody’s glad to see you, everybody’s happy for you
youth fades, was it all a big mistake? now
everybody’s happy for you..
in the museum, under the glass
she’ll catch your attention as you walk past
all of her motion taken away,
everybody’s happy for you…
youth fades, while supermodels get good grades and
everybody’s glad to see you, everybody’s happy for you
youth fades, must’ve been a big mistake, now
everybody’s happy for you..
everybody’s happy for you…
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