Wears a suit that's made of gold
Always hot and never cold
Listens to adoring fans
Cheer him on as he walks past
The world opens up to him
He has no trouble fitting in
He's got that constant hint of aggressiveness
Today I told him this
CHORUS:
You look like you belong in a magazine
Maybe if you're pop king, baby can I be your queen
Can't you see the reason that I'm talking to your pretty face
You look like you're meant to be in maga-maga-magazines
He defies reality
He's anything he wants to be
He's a man who doesn't chase
All he has to do is show his face
The world opens up to him
He has no trouble fitting in
He works every outfit like it's a second skin
Tonight I'll say to him
CHORUS
Do you think you're special baby
I think you're special baby
Want to have your picture with me (say you'll stay with me)
(x2)
Do you think you're special baby
I think you're special baby
And I want the world to see (say you'll stay with me)
x2
You look like you belong in a magazine
Yeah, you look like you belong in a magazine
CHORUS
You look like you belong in a magazine
Baby if you want me, baby you can be with me
Can't you see the reason why we get along so famously
You look like you're meant to be in maga-maga-magazines
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024