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Pound for Pound - Jess Pillmore

Based on the moment I saw an 8 year-old girl pick up a candy bar at the cash register, see the fashion mags, look at herself and then put the candy back.

LYRICS:

It wafts out of fad mags

“Insecurity”

must be a new scent by Klein.

Beauty drips down page by page by the pound.

Self help tips trip me up and tie my down

to an image unachievable.

It’s unbelievable

what they force feed us all.

 

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

Little, little girl, check out line dream,

unable to snap out of the glitter-glam grand slam.

She’s starting so young before dinner’s even begun

she’s pushing her plate out of the gate.

I’m calling out to the conscience of the Cosmo queens,

“Undo the spell of the check out line dream!”

 

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

 

They tell you,

“It’s your outer beauty that pushes love’s door open wide.”

That’s what they’re banking on,

feeding your frightened vain side.

“Yes, that’s what we’re banking on.

Now, take a bite and pass it on down the line!"

 

Under a conveyor belt hum,

some little kid’s screeching for gum,

someone demands doubling up on their bags.

Under the glossy pics and funky fonts a mantra slips.

I can hear it now,

“Who cares if a majority’s spurned

when there’s bucks, big bucks to be earned?”

 

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

 

And we keep counting pound for pound.

We keep counting...

Let your little girl cut them up and plaster them on her wall.

Let your little boy gawk and stare.

Show him what makes a woman his perfect doll.

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