Magazines - Anson Seabra

Lyrics by：Anson Long-Seabra/Micah Premnath

Composed by：Anson Long-Seabra/Micah Premnath

Well she's the prettiest girl at the party and she knows it

She's got a picture-perfect smile that'll break your heart wide open

She'll let the butterflies free if your eyes meet for a moment

And when she finally leaves it's like she's walking in slow motion

But when she comes home

Sits down and gets in her bed

She's a mess and she's all alone

So done with trying to pretend

And she says

"Under the covers I'm someone else

Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"

And she says

"Under the surface I'm so much more

Than just a pretty face or the girl next door

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"

It's been a couple of years so she moves to West L.A

'Cause when you look that good I guess you might as well get paid

Went from her parents' old house to become a household name

It's a whole new world but somehow still feels just the same

'Cause when she comes home

Sits down and gets in her bed so successful

But she's still alone

So done with trying to pretend

And she says

"Under the covers I'm someone else

Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"

And she says

"Under the surface I'm so much more

Than just a pretty face or the girl next door

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"

And maybe it's Maybelline

But it's probably make-believe

'Cause the dreams that they're selling to you

Are paper-thin too

And she says

"Under the covers I'm someone else

Than what you see on the cover of Vogue or Elle

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"

And she says

"Under the surface I'm so much more

Than just a pretty face or the girl next door

Yeah the magazines don't always tell the truth"