I am Blonde haired Green eyed And every Girl's nightmare But I still sit at home On a Saturday night The girls whisper: She's so fake She's such a slut She thinks she's all that The boys boast: I got her good last night She gives great head I pounded her ass all night I have been called stuck up Because I'm shy And beautiful I have been called Cheerleader Barbie Bitch Plastic And yes... I do watch them Those girls with Dark skin Dark hair As they laugh at their Lockers And their boyfriends Pick them up And I wish I was them So carefree So understood And I've tried I've dyed my hair I rarely wear make up I've done all I could To fly below the radar Ducked my head Hid my eyes But it still comes I guess a lonely target Is the best one of all So if you could... Maybe next time ... You could look at me different Think of me As someone who could use a friend Because when the boys are intimidated And the girls are jealous That leaves me home Alone Sifting through cyberpagesBirth sign: Pisces
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