Thinking you're little Miss. Perfect.

You go around saying, "she's too fat, she's too skinny",
"She's too ugly, she's too plastic",
You know what? This is just silly,
You know what makes this more fantastic?
The fact that...

I've seen you out there,
Picking faults fron everyone,
You do it here, there and everywhere,
And I'm here to tell you, you're done.

You are no better than the next person,
Thinking you're little Miss. Perfect,
Look in the mirror yourself then,
You aren't even worth it.

Going around saying, "some girls are fake blonde",
"They don't even suit brunette",
Who d you think you are? Mrs. James Bond?
You know what? Forget it. I'm set.
Because...

I've seen you out there,
Picking faults fron everyone,
You do it here, there and everywhere,
And I'm here to tell you, you're done.

You are no better than the next person,
Thinking you're little Miss. Perfect,
Look in the mirror yourself then,
You aren't even worth it.

Thinking you're little Miss. Perfect?
Ha!
Don't make me laugh!
Ha! Ha! Ha Ha Ha!
You aren't even worth it!




Poetry by Jaydee x.x
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Written on 2011-07-27 at 15:59

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I was thinking this would make a pretty good song, and the last few lines reminded me of Imelda May's "Wathca Gonna Do." I could hear it.
2011-07-27