A Magazine Lyrics

A Magazine lyrics

Everyone wants to be part of the scene

See themselves pretty in a magazine

So when my life did read just like a book

Out of corners and cracks they came to look



And that's the story from the years that came

Everyone wants to be part of the shame

What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene

Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine



Open up to read about a murder

Look at the pretty lipstick shades

And that's just how you met your Frank Sinatra

On the paper thin walls of a magazine



Picked up and paid for, yeah, but

Who knows what you're really bound to be

You put the pages on your mirror



Another sob story, yeah, but

It will never fill you up just like the way

You always hoped it bound to be

Who are you?



Dream a dream, she looks like Madonna

Or find a Jesus of your own

Or something different, just made for your cover

No religion is fit for a magazine



Picked up and paid for, yeah, but

Who knows what you're really bound to be

You put the pages on your mirror

You'll never measure up to that



Another sob story, yeah, but

It will never fill you up just like the way

You always hoped it bound to be

Who are you?



So you read it in a magazine



And I had seen the things I'd never dream

Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine