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 wishes 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 seam

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 street lights fill the empty room

But they're just passing by, no one can see

That she is beautiful now