Magazines
 作词 : Anson Long-Seabra/Micah Premnath
 作曲 : 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
Break your heart wide open

She'll let the butterflies free if your eyes leave for a moment
When she finally leaves
It's like she's walking in slow motion

When she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed, she's in 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 moved 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

It's when she comes home
Sits down and gets in her bed, so successful
And 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"