Britney Jean

This is the sad tale
Of the girl in blond pigtails
From small town mississippi
Her mother put her up for sale
She entered the room
All curls and perfume
Her wide eyes a promise
Of beautiful doom

The ambrosia of youth
Clouded the truth
His chesire cat smile
Had them fooled for a while
Britney jean, an american dream
Spear through the heart of the pop star machine
Potato chips and trembling lips
The newspaper said that she'd never been kissed

Soon white socks and school girl braids
Were traded for fishnet and snackes
Only her mascara ran
When she should have escaped
She stared in the mirror
Of what she had become
Don't they say you'll go blind
If you look at the sun

Like a plastic rapunzel
She let down her hair
We pulled and we pulled
'Till we heard the tear
At the old crossroads
With the ghost of bob johnson

She sold her sould
But we forgot the fine print
If you find yourself lost in
The hollywood hills
Follow the trail
Of glitter and pills