It's about how she feels. Like shes wrapped in a clear substance, people can see how she carries herself but they can't see how she feels inside.

nobody moves me
I've been through this life
with no place that I can call my own
thinking above me
I never seem to find anybody that can feel like home
and I try and I try and I try
 [bad word] funny how it feels
when there's nothing to say
trapped with my ideals
I can't contain
I'm wrapped in cellophane
I'm wrapped in cellophane
I'm wrapped in cellophane
And it knows my know name

nobody told me
obsessive needs were always following me around
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and you can't ignore me
look at my face and then tell me my place in town
and he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in

repeat [bad word] 
and I try and I try
and he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in

repeat [bad word]