I dance all night. I sleep all day.
I take what I want. I never pay.
I eat what I want. I’m always slim.
I’m beautiful, outside and in.
I hardly work, yet my purse is full.
I see rainbows in a sky that’s dull.
My skin is clear. My teeth are white.
Past, forgotten. Future, bright.
Adored by millions. Hated by few.
Don’t you wish that I were you?
Scratch the surface.
I cry all night. I barely sleep.
Another gift off another creep.
Seldom eat. Work-out like hell.
This isn’t me, it’s just my shell.
Money to burn but nobody to share it.
Another interview?! I don’t think I can bare it.
They brush me up, wear me down.
Past exploited, future shown.
Never at home, just on TV.
Aren’t you glad that you’re not me?
