I find it hard to write songs with meaning, hence why most of my previous postings (i.e. reasons why I hate California) have been more fun, not-serious lyrics. So, this is what happens when I write a song that means something to me.
I'm growing up in a very shallow society, where your face is everything and nobody looks any deeper, and that makes me sad, so I wrote about it and worked out some chords out on my guitar. Feedback would be much appreciated.
(And by the way, the first line isn't anything sexual- our new uniform came with knee length skirts, hence why everyone rolls them up)
Pretty Girls
(Verse 1)
How many more times can I roll up my skirt, without breaking down?
And how many more meals can I skip before, my smile burns out?
Cos society’s put such a pressure on me, to look just like
All those women who wake up and break a million hearts, without even trying
(Pre-chorus)
Treat the hallway like it’s a catwalk
Before it was just a place for my locker
But oh- how lows my self-esteem gotta be-
For you to see?
(Chorus)
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the natural beauty, next in line for Vogue magazine
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the prom Queen nominee, pin-up poster wannabe
(Verse 2)
How many more times will I hear the skinny ones moan about their waistlines?
Or pretend their insecure to attract any attention they can find?
(Pre-Chorus 2)
Treat the classroom like it’s a salon
Though it was home to my education
But no- deprioritise me-
Cos I’m ugly?
(Chorus)
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the natural beauty, next in line for Vogue magazine
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the prom Queen nominee, pin-up poster wannabe
(Pre-chorus 3)
Treat the hallway like it’s a catwalk
And you strut down it like your model
But oh- what does that make me?
Your paparazzi?
(Final Chorus)
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the natural beauty, next in line for Vogue magazine
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not the prom Queen nominee, pin-up poster wannabe
I’m not one of them
I’m not one of them
I’m not one of the pretty girls
I’m not one of the pretty girls