Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Certainly not the girl with the braces on her teeth
or the boy just a bit too short, too much of a geek.
Certainly not the little red-head, ginger as they say
or the slightly deformed boy, who is teased every day
Never the overweight lonely girl, with no friends to call her own
Or the slightly chunky teenage boy, who is said to have big bones.
Not once would it be the girl who wore black
on her first day of school
Or the boy who had an earring in his ear
Didn't he know that just wasn't cool?
You have to be blonde, you have to be perfect,
Your clothes have to be stylish and new
You have to be thin, you have to be beautiful,
Otherwise, what's the use of you?
Give no thought to the boy inside,
full of laughter and jokes and love,
Or the little girl down the block
Who skips to the park to play with doves.
No, you must never look past exterior,
personality isn't the key
looks is all that really matters,
Beauty does come at a fee.
For you see, one day, these "Beautiful People"
will wake up and realize they're not real
And those people they used to tease and harass are gorgeous...
Now who's at the raw end of the deal?
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