Mirror mirror on the wall who's the prettiest girl of all?

She can't live with herself, she's always trying to be someone else

she'll learn to love all that's fake, it doesn't matter what it takes

she'll have the perfect image for her less than perfect self.

She's putting on something to hide behind

you can chip chip, chip away all you like you'll never find what lies behind her mask.

Its beautiful, its wonderful, its magical.

Her life is vast charade, she’s only loved for what she fakes

But she wants to be something – she’ll do anything.

She starves and faints and paints her face.

She’s putting on something to hide behind, every days different,

and every day’s the same, yeah, a vast charade, she’s only loved for what she fakes.