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I don't care How you cut or die your hair Or the make-up that is painted under your eyes It's a mask that covers, why we became lovers Let your skin breath, and your beauty doesn't hide There's no captive gleam from, Silly girls on the big screen, you... All the stars covering the city babe I hate it when you say you're not pretty Magazines, plastic queens and everything in between Sweetie they're heartless and a waste of our time I am proud when they pass All the clones wearing masks They are the worlds and you... you are mine There is no sign of appeal From the imperfect or less real You're all the stars covering the city babe, I hate it when you say you're not pretty From Letras Mania