Blonde hair, blue eyes,
And a tiny little waist,
She twirls her hair, wiggles her hips,
She’s got such a pretty face.
All the boys dream of her,
She’s the topic of conversation,
But there’s more to this girl than meets the eye,
She doesn’t like the admiration.
She dreams of being ‘normal’
Just another face like the rest,
She doesn’t like people declaring love for her,
Based on her looks, and her chest...
She’s a smart girl, who just wants to be loved,
Just like the rest of us do,
She’s the girl, you see everyday,
Sometimes passes you…
You think to yourself, ‘I wish I was her,
She must have it all’,
But just remember she’s got no one,
To catch her if she falls.
Looks aren’t always everything,
You fall in love with someone’s soul,
Sometimes the one who’s ‘beautiful’,
Isn’t really whole.
