Oh, Mr. Media! Reveal and show
Your thoughts, your
ideas, we long to know!
Express your values for
this week
Just call me your
follower, a media geek
Oh, Mr. Media! Now make me the best
Teach me perfection as measured in your test
Help me with competition taking its toll
And ensure I am flawless, like a Barbie doll
Help me with competition taking its toll
And ensure I am flawless, like a Barbie doll
Oh, Mr. Media! What is in trend?
I must buy it all before
the season will end!
Who is the designer? Which is the brand?
So I can show it off as
it glows in my hand
Oh Mr. Media! What is good looking?
Already to attain it, I have given up cooking
Living on salad because that is what is takes
To become beautiful at such high stakes
Oh, Mr. Media! Why can't I look
Exactly like models dominating this book
I want their long eye lashes and their clear skin
I wish for their beauty, where should I begin?
Oh, Mr. Media! Why can't I look
Exactly like models dominating this book
I want their long eye lashes and their clear skin
I wish for their beauty, where should I begin?
Oh, Mr. Media! Who is a star?
Who should I become, as
a replica?
I want to learn her look
and to achieve this task
I must too wear make up
and use it as a mask
Oh, Mr. Media! You have to tell
What beauty buys are hottest to sell?
What colours are in to make me stand out?
Among all these fools attempting to pout
Oh, Mr. Media! Who should I marry?
All I'm finding is Tom, Dick and Harry
Where are these men found only in shows?
In the Disney films! The ones everyone knows
Oh, Mr. Media! I want a man
Who loves me for me... and who has a tan!
I wish for a relationship like celebrities hold
Someone who finds me glamorous, even when old
Oh, Mr. Media! I hate all this stress
Of beauty on the outside when my mind is a mess
I wish I could go out and wear my own skin
Throw all these thin, fake models in the bin
Oh, Mr. Media! None of it is real
It is all an illusion, of your own ideal
I can still be pretty without a label on display
Wear no make up daily and eat my own way
Oh, Mr. Media! I'm
starting to think
Perfection and happiness have no link
A beautiful appearance depends within my head
Or what you have fed my
pure mind until dead