she looks in the mirrior,
paints her face so she can smile boldly,
nobody needs to know, what she has to hide,
because of course, beauty is only what you see,
she walks down the hall like she owns the world,
most will say she does,

perfection is the ultimate power,
deception is her source,
boys are her toys,
with her promise of what they want,

but thats life in the modern age,
no one can see past a pretty face,
she is better than me, better than you,
we're all peasants in her wake,
royalty without blood,
obedience without question,
have we gone back in time

perfection is the ultimate power,
deception is her source,
boys are her fools,
so long as they get what they want,

I don't want her around,
no one night stand for me,
no need for another glance,
because beauty's not only what you see.