It must be nice to be you
With golden hair
That trails down your spineless back
And sea blue eyes
That have no depth.
It must be nice to be you
Flawless, in the latest designer gear
A slave to things of no substance
With the perfect figure
Only years of anorexia could produce.
It must be nice to be you
With loads of friends
Each one as airheaded as you
And a gorgeous boyfriend
who hits you behind closed doors.
It must be nice to be you
Your parents always giving you what you asked
Then rejecting you because you could never be perfect enough
With a high-profile job
You got by giving the boss a blow job.
It must be nice to be you