On her mirror, busy preening Just to walk on the street?! No! She’s masking her feelings A door mat, that's how they treat her Eyes red, she can't fix them Clearly, she cries everyday But her lips! Perfectly done! A Rubik's! Written pain all over it Distracted...distorted! Preening keeps her sane She attracts! Regardless of her messy life, But...doesn’t react to compliments.
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