Текст песни
Beauty has become a business
Standards create invisible people
The mirror is a cold and ruthless witness
When your looks make you feeble
I couldn't become more appealing
Despite all the ridiculous things I did
But I believe, and it's a powerful feeling
We don't all have to look like Gigi Hadid
The modern era doesn't accept me
I was meant to live 200 years ago
At balls, men would ask each other, “Who's she?”
I'd get my Mr. Darcy, I know, I know
When you feel pressure and tension
You can't find sexy clothes that fit
And guys don't pay any attention
Ask yourself if you really need it
Anyway, girl, you won't be liked by all
So say, “I accept myself for who I am.”
Holding on to the wrong people, you're sure to fall
Live for yourself, not for Instagram
The modern era doesn't accept me
I was meant to live 200 years ago
At balls, men would ask each other, “Who's she?”
I'd get my Mr. Darcy, I know, I know
The modern era doesn't accept me
I was meant to live 200 years ago
At balls, men would ask each other, “Who's she?”
I'd get my Mr. Darcy, I know, I know
