Dylan Shears - Runway Model

Nothing says hello
Quite like those short kisses
On his cheek,
No emotion.

The love, gone from her eyes.
Her lips, robbed of all their passion.
Looks like all she's into now
Is whatever's in fashion.

A model,
Strutting down her runway,
A smile present
On those lips he used to kiss,
Claimed them as his own.

They're ready to witness her beauty,
But is she, is she ready for them?
Time to, time to pretend.

Every freckle perfectly in line,
With the pools of blue in her eyes.

'Stand up straight, doing great, '
At least that's what they all say.
But he knows her better.
He knows this feeling, this bliss cannot last.

All they see when they look at her
Is a piece of plastic.

A model,
Strutting down her runway,
A smile present
On those lips he used to kiss,
Claimed them as his own.

They're ready to witness her beauty,
But is she, is she ready for them?
Time to, time to pretend.

The love, gone from her eyes.
Her lips, robbed of all their passion.
Looks like all she's into now
Is whatever's in fashion.

All they see when they look at her
Is a piece of plastic.

All she cares about
Is whatever's in fashion.

Her pretty blue eyes
Have lost their passion.

All she is
Is a piece of plastic.

But I can proudly say,
I knew you before you were rich,
I knew you before you were a runway model,
I kissed you before you were a runway model.

Dylan Shears

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