Act Two
I'm a horrible actress when I'm lying but so great at playing pretend.
Please tell me what you want in a girl so I can play dress up again.
I can dye my hair black and wear fishnets,
and starve myself till I fit in double digits (00).
I can walk around in mom jeans and white sneakers
and on Friday nights be the mysterious band girl in the bleachers.
Just tell me who you imagine (me as) when you say "I could love her."
I'll be everything you've dreamed of and more.
I've retired from my previous role.
To him my love must've grown tedious and old.
Please let me play this part.
Pretend that you want my heart.
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