She finds comfort in the lace of her black pink bra
Her heart beats silently
To be freed from the cage she has locked herself in
Layers of slapped on makeup to go with her bright pink pout
These layers unfold the ugliness behind
Of what once was natural but has now been left behind
She entered this cage
To cure her from the terrible illness
Of natural beauty and plain Jain looks
She finds protection in altered images
Always tending to shock
Her idol Barbie
Her enemy herself
These looks have her hooked
In the plastic jail of the female sex
Surely this cant be any good
Her prison guards Elle
Confine her to her pink and white cell
Scales have to be checked
To put her to the test
0% chocolate
100% control
These conditions are serious but what can she do?
Better in the beautiful hell inside
Than the ugly heaven outside
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