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I don't care about money, it doesn't do me any good.
You can buy me everything I want but it doesn't make me love you.
You can own couple of fancy cars, boat or a villa, but it doesn't make you look good.
You think 'cause I'm hot, you can buy me like all those pretty things you bought before.
I'm material girl, ohh yeah, but I got feelings too. I'd like to show what I am but only thing you see, is my mini-skirt and sexy high heels.
How can I be something more if you want to own me like those cars;
I'm not a show material, I don't exist that you can compare with you're friends who got the hottest bitch.
So c'mon, just realize, I'm not ready to sacrifice
my beautiful personality, my feelings, just to be your little pet.

Beauty is my curse.
To you I'm just a material.
You think I'm for sale and who ever pays the highest prize can take me home.
But I'm not just a beautiful shell
I'm girl with feelings that nobody sees.
Beauty is my curse.