Magazines - Duncan Sheik

You see them everywhere

You know those magazines

Yeah I’ve bought a few

They show you everything

So many news stands

As I’m passing by

But rows and rows of you

Are bound to catch my eye

Now everyone can gaze upon your body

Its good for you

I guess you have no shame

I never knew if how I acted

Would make you seek revenge

And now I know

And you’re in magazines

But is it really you

In the empty world

I shouldn’t be surprised

You’re an ambitious girl

With all that naked skin as sweet as honey

Maybe you just really needed money

I wondered if I would be punished for

My voyeuristic pleasure

Now I know

And you’re in magazines

Now I know

And you’re in magazines

Now I know

I tear through pages

Of every kind of pose

But its not really you I see

When I look real close

No you’re a little bit different

You’re a little bit different

You’re a little bit different

Now I know

And you’re in magazines

Now I know

And you’re in magazines

I’m alone

And you’re in magazines

So it never was you

No, it never was you

It never was you

In magazines