Thirty-five milimeters to work with
Gets you in the news
Opportunities are scarce
When lightings the only way to prove
That no other
Should be on the cover
Honey, you're too loose
Selling your face on the line

Chorus:
Headshot's don't tell the whole story
Just a sharpshooter looking for glory

I keep looking for a way to inject a dose of truth
But the only "vain" I've found
Is what you're thinking when you look in the mirror
Don't worry
It just hurts me
Every single time
You look and I see it's a lie

Chorus

To crosshairs
Fire awa-a-y