Model of the media,
A sculpture of the press,
With an airbrushed plastic smile,
And a sweet tooth for success.
A portfolio of surgery,
Half digital, half skin,
For the tabloids steal her privacy,
And force her to be thin.
She's a moneymaker for the man,
And tries to look her best,
For she's practically a prostitute,
While showing off her breast.
She's a weapon of destruction,
For the women of today,
With her flawless skin and body,
Though she's really not that way.
You can just imagine what she wants,
A burger in a bun,
But the stylists won't be happy,
If she can't fit in size 1.
She wears half a ton of make-up,
And she makes out with a man,
Who is even more exploited,
In his seven coats of tan.
She's degraded on the telly,
Wearing half a ply of dress,
And without the pills she's taking,
She would sui from the stress.
But, she still insists on being,
On the cover and the screen,
Over every place within this world,
Where hookers can be seen.
She's a model of the media,
A sculpture of the press,
With an airbrushed plastic smile,
And a sweet tooth for success.
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