Her in the mirror you seem to fear her now
She's takin' up the space that once made her so proud
Beauty is passion you've seen it rationed out
Remember what you had was in but soon in doubt

It's drilled into your head
You live it till you're dead

Sally doesn't sleep a lot at night
Sometimes she wished she could
But the preparation must begin with the light
To look is to be good

The stranger inside her sees what's confined her fade
Taking what you want and hiding it away
The Model you follow seems is too hollow to need
Whatever is inside starts pushing at your seams

It's drilled into your head
It's the only thing you're fed

Sally doesn't dream a lot at night
The days just seem too full
Be contented with the world her mother said
You are too beautiful

Her in the mirror you seem to fear her now
She's taking up the space that once made her so proud
Beauty is passion you've seen it rationed out
Remember what you had was in but soon in doubt

It's drilled into your head
You'll live it till you're dead

Sally doesn't sleep a lot at all
She never really could
It's so late and straight and all along
She never understood
So she throws the curtains open the whiten streetlights
Fill the empty room
But they're just passin' by no one can see
That she is beautiful