Pretty woman walking down the street
Watching models who hadn't eaten for weeks
Hears the whistles that they receive
The admiration to the goddess of lean

Pretty woman feels it's neglected and ugly
So she starve her self for nothing
Pretty woman loses hair
Thinks it's normal
Thinks it's ok

And still the posters laugh at her face
She couldn't look like them
But she just didn't get it than

So she kept on eating nothing
Until the day they found her in her bed smiling
Her hair no longer there
She's no longer pretty
Nor alive
But on her deathbed she understood
That looking like a model is no good