I am eight years old Mama come in my room bearing pictures from a magazine ♪ She has 'em all laid out All the women and men that look a little bit like me ♪ I can see her now Hunched in the morning light with scissors and a cup of tea ♪ She tell me, "Hunker down, girl Lemme show what it really means to be a beauty queen" ♪ She sensed the monsters before I could even see their claws ♪ She saw their foaming mouths and put that shit in a headlock