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I see your commercial, your brand - it's quite nice
That girl's just like me, so I do not think twice
What is it she's wearing? And who else is looking?
What's that marvelous dish she's so gracefully cooking?

I wanna be like her and have pretty things
What size is the diamond in her left-hand ring?
Her husband must be fetching, her hair is just so
A size two waist and perfectly polished toes

I look in the mirror, hey skin: what the fuck?
How dare you betray my girlish good looks
Why must I wrinkle and show all my years
Cursed with imperfect, unacceptably large ears

Returning to my tv, remote in hand
softly escaping into pretty people land
Another commercial 'bout what choosy moms choose
Then another to tell me how many pounds I could lose

Your experience may vary, as some people, they get sick
Their emptiness stays empty, their troubles stay thick
It will never be enough 'cause we can never attain
the images of life that our media portrays

I saw this illusion, and the power of incentive
to make a bigger buck and minimize expenses
To ignore what people need and then recklessly substitute
A ridiculous measure of living, devoid of many truths

If it's printed then it's airbrushed and captioned with lines
like Here's how to get those bikini-ready thighs
If I lift these and trim that, I'm apparently better
than the disgraceful, unpolished people who settle

For most of my life I felt something was wrong
I've heard others articulate it in enlightening songs
So I know there's a voice for the people like me
though it's often unheard and its merit unseen

I see your commercial, your brand - I can't afford
Yet I know I am rich when I walk through my door
I have learned the raw values of appearance and integrity
If you're wondering, it's zero, and greater than all things, respectively