Little girl in the pink dress
She plays with some lipstick
She can’t get enough, no, she can’t get enough
Little girl is all grown up
She has her own makeup
She dresses to impress, but she can’t impress herself
And she can’t get enough of herself; enough of herself
She’s running from who she is
She’s running from who I made her to be
Come running to Me
Her looks mean too much
They’re all about the physical, which fade away
And now self-consciousness is tearing her up
Still, she can’t get enough of herself
You are so beautiful, you are so original
But you hide it, yeah, you hide it, please don’t hide it
Are you running from who you are?
Are you running from who I made you to be?
Come running to Me
