Her pretty face, reflected in a mirror.
So perfect in every way.
With every move the pictures getting clearer.
She's got it all.
She's got it made.
But when she smiles, is she really smiling?
She's the only one who really knows.
Emerald eyes, so cold and so inviting, hide the side she's never shown.
She's a looker, that's what they say.
She's got it all.
Yeah.
She's got it made.
She's a looker, with a beautiful face.
Always on display.
The magazines always show her smiling, so perfect in every way, but in the night I hear a young girl crying.
She's got it all.
She's got it made.
She's a looker, that's what they say.
She's got it all.
Yeah.
She's got it made.
She's a looker, with a beautiful face.
Always on display.
