Well, I walk inside just to fix my hair, and the girls at the mirror all start to stare,
Then they look back at their reflection, and we all compare.

And it's powder room politics,
Oh, powder room politics,
Yeah, powder room politics.

While I wish I could wear this one girl's size, another girl was wishing that she had my eyes,
And we were all feeling worthless 'til I realised...

It's just powder room politics,
Oh, powder room politics,
Yeah, powder room politics.

Ooh, well, we feel like we're not worth much in any scene if we don't look like the girls in magazines, and we're all being robbed of our self-esteem.

Oh, powder room politics,
Yeah, powder room politics.

Well, I told that girl that she had nice eyes, and then I stopped worrying about my size,
And, as I left, I was glad to leave the lies...

Of powder room politics,
Oh, powder room politics,
Yeah, powder room politics,
Oh, powder room politics,
Powder room politics,
Oh, powder room politics,
Yeah, powder room politics.