Other girls seem to effortlessly sparkle
As if designed to catch the fellows' eyes;
They're quick and light and fair,
With shining, lustrous hair
And winsome, artful smiles.
Oh how I wish I could be one of them for a while!
Why isn't it enough that I am clever?
Why, when I try so very hard to be good?
But I am still passed by,
No matter how I try-
You know what?
Screw the world! I'm done pretending-
Those other girls can keep those blinded fools.
Let them simper and smirk,
And flaunt their gaudy token jewels.
I'll walk my own way, sing my own song-
I'm ready to make and break my own set of rules.
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