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