Skinny jeans and big hair

Sick and uninspired by the beauty standing in front of me
The prettiness cloaking my new world
The effortless class, and style coming easily

All the time spent in preparation is just a waste
They look like gorgeous clones,
But look close enough and see you judged with haste

Its all so original, with 'Don't copy me'
But its all fake, all copied from just one
They're all the same, yet they just don't see

A trend I love has been stolen by them all
Yet they pull it off, they look so cool
They walk past, and by their looks I'm enthralled

They're all so thin, oozing the style
I watch them pass, wonder if they starve
Or is it all about the confidence maybe all in the smile?