[Verse 1] They pin my number to a paper wall Tell me which angle makes the cut Powder on my cheek, tape on the hem Everybody wants a little luck I learned the names of every trick The bright white room, the borrowed grin But I can hear my own voice now And I’m not asking to fit in [Pre-Chorus] You can measure every inch You can mark the line in red You don’t get to choose the words That I carry in my head [Chorus] I’m more than a picture in your magazine More than a waistline, more than a dream I walk in the frame, then I tear it apart You can sell the dress, but you can’t sell my heart No, you can’t sell my heart [Verse 2] Backstage, the coffee tastes like dust A zipper bites beneath my skin They say, “Be grateful, keep it sweet” I say, “Watch me turn the whole thing in” My boots are scuffed, my eyes are clear I leave the script beside the door If you want a girl who disappears You picked the wrong one to adore [Pre-Chorus] You can measure every inch You can mark the line in red You don’t get to choose the words That I carry in my head [Chorus] I’m more than a picture in your magazine More than a waistline, more than a dream I walk in the frame, then I tear it apart You can sell the dress, but you can’t sell my heart No, you can’t sell my heart [Bridge] Cut the lights, kill the pose Let the real thing show No more “turn,” no more “smile” I’ve been mine the whole damn while [Breakdown] Look at me Not through me Say my name I’m not your frame [Final Chorus] I’m more than a picture in your magazine More than a waistline, more than a dream I walk in the frame, then I tear it apart You can sell the dress, but you can’t sell my heart I’m more than a face beneath somebody’s brand I choose the clothes, I make the demand The camera can flash, let the whole room start You can sell the dress, but you can’t sell my heart No, you can’t sell my heart [Outro] My own name on the call sheet My own feet on the street You can keep the perfect part You can’t sell my heart
