The highest paid piece of a**
You know it's not gonna last
Those magazines end up in the trash, yeah
What's the big idea? None of that stuff is even real
Want to know how they really feel, yeah
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face
Five thousand dollars a day
Is what they pay my baby
For her pretty face
I came over as soon as she called
'Cause she's a living doll
And she's famous for nothing at all, yeah
She's living life like a dream
With a false sense of self-esteem
I wish she'd trade places with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah