I tend to look past the pretty faces these days,
To avoid the shallow hos and their questionable ways,
Caught in their superficial glamour, they define their beauty,
By the cup in their bra and the curve of their booty.
You have something else that I praise,
I mean your body is bad, but there is something else that I chase,
It's your heart that has worth and your mind that has value,
But you haven't even noticed, and so lately now you,
Fall for those guys that notice nothing but the fact that,
Your face is pretty and your ass is fat.
And you wonder why your premises never coincide,
It's because they were never able to see what's inside,
But perhaps I'll still be here waiting on the side...