A country café
Gingham squares
She's reading about cover girls
Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton
She puts 'em on she wears them all
Talks of fashion, and dreams of fame
Moves to the city's concrete halls
She gets the call, sweet audition
Now she's a cover girl

Well here she comes, with paparazzi
Its another photo call
She's got the look, they got the money
Don't that just say it all?

At the party, dancing all night
Its like Studio 54
Eating paper, bulimic bathroom
She'll hit the covers thats for sure

But she's an image
Another picture
Just a pin up
Oh yeah
Like Aphrodite, Kate and Miranda
Just another cover girl

Well you can have her
But you can't touch her
Your eyes caress her
You can see it all
In a magazine
You think you want her
You hope she needs you
Inside the cover
You can see it all
But you'll never make that scene

The way she moves, a camera vision
Wows all the pretty boys
Madison Avenue, Hollywood Boulevard
Movers and shakers, white noise
A taxi cab, a rainy sidewalk
Another New York dawn
Mobile phone rings
Self medication
One more star is born

But she's an image
Another picture
Just a pin up
Oh yeah
Like Greta Garbo, or Mona Lisa
Just another cover girl

But she is empty
And kinda lonely
Her sad smile sells it all
She’s on top now, they can't replace her
She's the cover girl

But she's an image
Another picture
Just a pin up
Oh yeah
Like Mrs Derrick, or Farrah Fawcett
Just another cover girl

But she's empty and oh so lonely
Her sad smile tells it all
And when shes used up
They replace her
With yet another cover girl