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 live it til 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 is 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 til 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 white streetlights fill the empty room
But they're just passing by, no one can see
That she is beautiful