She shines and she radiatesA true glow, oh so honestMore than she knowsHerself she underratesWith a bell and a whistleShe decoratesTo bring out less doubtSomething more to talk about nowPull it in or fill it outIt's not what you put onIt's not what you put onAnd oh, little darlingWhy did you pour more on?Can't you see your reflection is gold?You don't need these to shine you on, noMy gifted Libby, you're really poetic enoughCrack in the mirror, split her vanityHer voice grows, echoes, tells us she's a Jane DoeSo usual and ordinaryWith a brush and a polishShe touches up her skinShe fills in all her imperfectionsWith garlands, costumes, and gold trimIt's not what you put onIt's not what you put onAnd oh, little darlingWhy did you pour more on?Can't you see your reflection is gold?You don't need these to shine you on, noMy gifted Libby, you're really poetic enoughWhat you want?Tell me what you wantWhat you want?Tell me how she decoratesOh, little darlingDon't pour more on, little darlingOh, little darlingWhy did you pour more on?Can't you see your reflection is gold?You don't need these to shine you on, noMy gifted Libby, you're really poetic enough