Clothes so dowdy, eyes too cloudy,
She was thought of as someone to avoid.
But at second glance you just might find
that she's never been overjoyed
with her life.
For her life's been a struggle.
Her days have gone by
and no ever thought
to ever ask her why?
Clothes all finery, eyes so shiny,
she was thought of as someone to know.
But at second glance you just might find
that wherever she may go
in her life.
All of it's been a party.
She has never known any pain
And not one person has ever cared
because she is so vain.
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