She’s flawless like an oyster’s pearl, precision at its best
And when I see her on the screen, I am purely impressed
She claims she cares about the soul and not the fame or cash
I’m almost fooled by faultlessness until I see her sash
It says “Miss Teen America,” and I frown upon the line
I wonder - just what does it take to claim a name so fine
She’s got the looks, the eyes, the nose, the makeup on her cheeks
Angels seem to sing the notes that fade out when she speaks
But words that leave this beauty’s mouth seem phony and rehearsed
She says, “I think world peace would be the greatest thing on earth.”
I’d rather be an honest beast than a dense allure like her.
And when I see her on the screen, I am purely impressed
She claims she cares about the soul and not the fame or cash
I’m almost fooled by faultlessness until I see her sash
It says “Miss Teen America,” and I frown upon the line
I wonder - just what does it take to claim a name so fine
She’s got the looks, the eyes, the nose, the makeup on her cheeks
Angels seem to sing the notes that fade out when she speaks
But words that leave this beauty’s mouth seem phony and rehearsed
She says, “I think world peace would be the greatest thing on earth.”
I’d rather be an honest beast than a dense allure like her.
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