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Why are you selling dreams of who you wish you could be
A prince in all of
the magazines
They'd have no words for the man I've seen
Talk real fast
'fore they see your face
And would they love you if they knew all the
things we know
We've got these images
We need them to be true
Not
ready to believe we're no more insecure than you
[Chorus:]
But
then there're girls like me who sit appauled by what we've seen
We know the
truth about you
Now you're the prince of all the magazines
That is a
dangerous thing
But would they love you if they knew all the things that
we know
Those Golden Boys
All a fraud don't believe their show
Would
they love you if they knew all the things that we know
Golden Boy life
ain't a video
Place you in these robes and tell you you're the greatest
man
And you believe and play your cards
Got dealt a winning hand
Don't you get tired of the show
The kissin' ass of all the people that
you wanna know
When I was young I thought you had it won
I saw you
on T.V. you made life look fun
But then years go by and people grow
I
realize it's all a freak show
[Chorus]
Girls like me don't
need no bubblin' mindstate thrown in my face
The way you goin' ain't gonna
be no stroll in the sunshine
Can't turn it back now baby you gone and past
that line
So give it on up now
What you gonna do
[Chorus]
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