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We can take a picture but I cannot smile
We can capture an image, but I am unable to display a genuine smile.
I'll pull an ugly face 'cos that's more my style
I'll make an intentionally unattractive expression because that aligns with my personal style.
It may just cover up the one I'm hiding underneath
This exaggerated expression may distract from the real emotion I'm concealing beneath.
It's a little shaky, it's a bit blurry
The captured image is unsteady and unclear.
I don't need Photoshop, I need surgery
I don't need digital enhancement; I require physical changes through surgery.
Anyway, I think I blinked
Regardless, I might have blinked during the photo.
Can we take it again?
Can we retake the picture?
Yeah, I've got looks to kill
I possess a captivating appearance.
But not in the same way as you
However, my attractiveness differs from yours.
I'm no model
I am not a model.
I look like I've been beaten in the face with a shovel
I resemble someone who has been physically harmed, possibly beaten.
I'm not model at all
I do not fit the conventional standards of a model.
I know I look bad because strangely enough
I acknowledge my unappealing appearance.
I've got a face only a mother could love
My facial features are only endearing to a mother.
But even she'd consider telling strangers that I'm adopted
Even my mother might consider claiming I'm adopted to avoid acknowledging my looks.
So give me that look with the beautiful skin
Grant me the appearance of those considered beautiful.
Eyes like diamonds and a Hollywood grin
Desire the look characterized by flawless skin, dazzling eyes, and a perfect Hollywood smile.
So I can be as awesome as the people in those magazines
So I can attain the perceived awesomeness depicted in magazines.
Yeah, I've got looks to kill
While I am visually striking, it is not in the same manner as you.
But not in the same way as you
I am not a model.
I'm no model
My appearance suggests I've endured physical harm, akin to being struck with a shovel.
I look like I've been beaten in the face with a shovel
I do not conform to the standards of a model.
I'm not model at all
I am not a model.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, lie to me once and for all
Asking the mirror to provide a distorted image, perhaps to see someone other than the speaker.
Give me something else to see, show me somebody that's not me
Requesting the mirror to present an alternate identity, different from the speaker.
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