Beneath Every Pearl

Isn't she lovely
Her hair so pretty
But they never tell you about
The things like
Her eating disorder
Or the clothes that she's stolen
Or the things she says behind your back
When nobody's looking

Oh she's so Americana
She's such the prima donna
When everyone wants to believe
That somebody's perfect
And everyone wants to believe
That somebody's real

Beneath every pearl
There's a speck of dirt
Waiting to be cleaned

Isn't he handsome
The varsity captain
But they never tell you about
The things like
His criminal convictions
Or his date-rape victims
Or his drinking problem
That makes his temper go foul

Oh he's so Americana
He's such the prima donna
When everyone wants to believe
That somebody's perfect
And everyone wants to believe
That somebody's real

La, la de da da
La de da da

La-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da
Oh