Perfect plastic dolls, all sit in a row.
The happiest of lives, at least that's what they show.
They smile with strain as tears fill their eyes,
because they know in their hearts they cant take all the lies.
Straightened backs propped up in a pose,
your jealous of perfection but unaware of whats under your nose.
People say they have class, but of what i can tell,
is your smokescreen isnt holding up very well.
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