When is it my turn to be pretty 

         Will it be when I can smile like her 

         Or gain access to the holy city

         It isn’t my fault I was cursed with this horrid body 

         I just want to be somebody’s everybody 

         To be loved and cared for 

         But that will only happen if those girls let me in 

         So therefore, when is it my turn to be pretty 

          Bubblegum tears roll down her cheeks 

          The fear of loneliness spreads from her head to her feet 

            What does love look like?

             It’s the bees kissing the sunflowers 

             It’s the tingly feeling you get when you think of their eyes 

             It's weeping when you haven’t heard from them 

             My heart longs to be fulfilled

             The pleasure and smiles filling my single golden cup 

             I only want your smile 

             I want you forever 

             Please don’t look at her 

             She isn’t her

             Her is me 

            When I look at you

            My heart crawls out of my chest and onto your lips 

            I feel alive even though I’m so deprived 

            There’s on condition 

             You and me 

             If boys are girls are supposed to be together with lust and glee 

             Will I still go to heaven if I fell for an angel 

             Love is love 

             You beautiful blonde dove 

             Fly me so high to heaven’s blue sky 

             Never put me down or my tears will leave me to drown 

             Your heaven sent face sculpted by a greek goddess 

              But that someone has your soul intertwined with the telephone pole 

              She may be pretty but she doesn’t own the holy city 

               She is the devil, I’m your angel