Why are you selling dreams of who you wish you could be
A prince in all of the magazines
They'd have no words for the man I've seen
Talk real fast 'fore they see your faceAnd would they love you if they knew all the things we know
We've got these images
We need them to be true
Not ready to believe we're no more insecure than you[Chorus]
But then there're girls like me who sit appauled by what we've seen
We know the truth about you
Now you're the prince of all the magazines
That is a dangerous thingBut would they love you if they knew all the things that we know
Those Golden Boys
All a fraud don't believe their show
Would they love you if they knew all the things that we knowGolden Boy life ain't a videoPlace you in these robes and tell you you're the greatest man
And you believe and play your cards
Got dealt a winning hand
Don't you get tired of the show
The kissin' ass of all the people that you want to knowWhen I was young I thought you had it won
I saw you on T.V. you made life look fun
But then years go by and people grow
I realize it's all a freak show[Chorus]Girls like me don't need no bubblin' mindstate thrown in my face
The way you goin' ain't gonna be no stroll in the sunshine
Can't turn it back now baby you gone and past that line
So give it on up now
What you gonna do[Chorus]
Songwriters
McKinney, Martin "Doc" / White, SantiPublished by
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