Don’t let her trick you.
Don’t let her pull you in.
She’s a fake, I tell you,
Stay away from her grin.
She has bleached blonde hair
And flawless skin.
Her eyes are blue
And she’s oh so thin.
Don’t fall for her lure,
For I am sure
(if you look past her curls)
that I'll never be that girl.
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