She has a golden blonde, silky smooth mane,
Never a hair out of place.
She is fashionable, always wears what's hot,
Everything worn is chosen from good taste.
Her eyes, are almond, and perfectly shaped,
Long lashes, not too big or too small.
Her body has curves in the all the right places,
Her appearance, it says it all.
She's pretty, boys dropping at her feet,
No doubt she's ever so popular.
And for the girls, she's some kind of idol,
All of them longing to be her.
She can intoxicate someone with a blink of an eye,
Have them crawling the road to her palace.
Only a few people know she's an evil witch,
Cruel, mean, spiked with malice.
On the outside, she's beautiful, a goddess,
And for her are people willing to fight.
But if you looked a little deeper within,
It wouldn't be a pretty sight.
For she can say nasty things with a sweet little smile,
She's smug, so sure she can win.
So if she's against you, you may as well not try,
She can be as bad as sin.
So when you've been left by all of your friends,
Pretty Girl's praises they sing.
You will have realised the biggest lesson of all:
Looks aren't everything.
