When you close your eyes
what's the first thing that you see
The car you bought last week
or your new plasma screen tv
The next thing that you'll buy
To fill the aching hole inside
The worlds that we'll consume
Too much too soon
We'll all l live on a landfill site
It's not your stuff that makes you you
It's not your clothes your posh hairdo
Just be yourself that's what you were born to do.
We slap on lots of make-up
And we straighten our curls
We worry that we won't fit in
When the next new trend unfurls
We have to get that beach body
Because skinny will set us free
And forget to see that
We are beautiful already
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