She's a freaking freaking
Ford Model, Abercrombie girl in the making
Screw hard work she earns money faking
A smile, a giggle, what is she lacking
While when I force a smile I get nothing
Destined for some stupid crap that earns millions
While my rhymes are just one of billions
She has no talent but beauty worth some killings
Flawless to my flawed ain't she thrilling
She's got some Ed Hardy sweats
Cheering for the Mets
But can't recite her alphabets
I'm in AP classes
Got my thick emo glasses
Even this thin she's lower in masses
My boy's got his eyes on her
I can tell every f**king day
I don't want to be a bother
But I can't help but like him that way
All I want to call her is a pizza faced
Ha-oh what I'd call her a disgrace
Oh what I'd say to her pretty little face
The Writer's Outlet - A Place For Those Who Love to Write[Wr
