[Lyrics from snippet]

Model on the cover of a magazine
That smile covers the anxiety
Look likes a 10, thinks she’s a 3
And if you add it all up it equals make belief

I can’t even tell anymore what’s fake or real (ah, ah, ah)
And honestly if I’m confused then how you think that makes all of us feel?

Who the fuck is perfect?
I’d love to meet that person
You’ll want what you can’t have, but nothing comes without a catch
So who the fuck is perfect?
I’d like to know