Ooo,  it's eating you up from the inside, isn't it?

Ooo, the stress is building up. An explosion. An eruption.

All the lights shine on a pretty face,

suddenly you are the center of the Universe.

You are god.

You have to be thin, have a shiny smile. You're a golden child. 

A disgrace. 

So who are you?

You represent America? 

There should be no smile on your face. America suffers.

There should be no fancy clothes and ornate nails. America is poor.

There should be no perfect shape.

Hair.

Eyes.

Make-up.

America is broken.

Ooo, you shine your lights on the wrong face.

We are America. 

We are her beauty.