Tiny waists and butt cheeks the size of Jupiter

Stuffed into to a skin tight dress

Maybe they eat, maybe they don't

Depends on if they want to look the best

They learn to walk the walk

They recite those ingenious answers

They all talk about how they are going to donate

The winnings to face lifts and skin cancer

Look at the winners, so beautiful their faces

So statue-like their bodies, so elegant their clothes

They don't ever exceed size six

And they show the world how America feels about fashion shows

We need glamor and fabulosity

Never speaking like they have a brain

Whoever we crown winner

Will be a new puppet in our game

Then, we hear about the starvation

The disorders, the drama

And how the Miss America Pageant

Created emotional trauma

All because some man thought it would be fun

To show women what the "American Girl" is

And now everyone in the world

Is worried about their kids

Taught that beauty rules life

That if you aren't pretty, you are unimportant

Now kids are murdering and starving

For beauty makes people ardent