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