Cosmo Girl

Cosmo girl, you look so pretty when you smile like that
 Capturing the hearts of the entire world by bits
 You caught my eye, you really know how to stand out in a crowd
 Now get some clothes that actually cover your tits
 Cosmo girl, your heightened fashion sense more than makes up for
 Anyone's claim that you're a shallow little bitch
 I knew you would impress me when I first laid eyes on you
 Always talking about your outfit like it's neverending news
 You overdo your posture; your boyfriend's just a tool
 You drive your friends to anorexia with your ridicule
 Cosmo girl, you look so pretty with your nose in the air
 Walking away with an asshole on your arm
 Cosmo girl, you're so empowered I can smell the conformity
 You get your way using just your looks and charm
 You're fucking two-dimensional, you're a self-obsessive prude
 Controlled by women's magazines that tell you what to do
 You've got no fucking values, you're a talking bleeding sore
 And despite your pristine image I think we both know you're a whore
 Cosmo girl, why don't you get your ass off your shoulder
 Cosmo girl, why don't you get a fucking clue
 Cosmo girl, what are you going to do when you get older
 And suddenly nobody ever wants to screw you
 (What are you going to do with your time?)
 You're fucking two-dimensional, you're a narcissistic prude
 Controlled by dipshit magazines that tell you what to do
 You've got no fucking values, you're a talking bleeding sore
 And despite your pristine image I think we both know you're a whore
 Cosmo girl