Glistening blue eyes sparkle in the lamplight

Lipsticked lips red and bright

Blonde locks as smooth as silk

Can’t you stop making me feel like filth?

A shabby brown frock I wear

My makeup tenderly handled yet it still looks like I have no care

Face dotted with pimples and pores

I’m about as pretty as a wild boar

Shining silver and gold necklaces line your neck

Compared to that I look like a wreck

A relaxed smile gives off a confident demeanor

There’s no doubt I’m anything but inferior