KaliforniaMature

They say this is the place where stars are born,
Where you go to trim and hide your horns,
To get your cosmetic angel wings,
To buy your sparkling slaver rings,
To nip and tuck your pride,
And sexually exploit your ride.
 
They steal the stars from the sky
And use and abuse them ‘til they die;
Then they take some more,
Make them shine brighter than before,
Wait for them to burn out like the others,
Then send them crawling back to their mothers
 
It ain’t right
But it’s what they do.
I know I help them
And so do you.
 
Go on, say you don’t
As you buy that glossy, empty magazine.
Go on, say you don’t
As you gossip when they’re too real off-screen.
 
Play your game and they’ll play theirs,
You’ve already got too many cares.
But I wonder who you’ll choose to blame
When your daughter with that unique name
Desperately tries to lose those extra pounds
When she’s so light she barely touches the ground.
 
Yeah send her off to the city,
They’ll make her real pretty,
They’ll pay her real money,
Make her sound real funny,
Surround her with real fake friends,
And drop her in the dirt for the next trend.
 
It ain’t right
But it’s what they do.
I know I help them
And so do you.

The End

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