Magazines - Anson Seabra

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 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»