Blonde hair flying
Cutting skin, like paper cuts
Clear blue eyes lying
Clothes of a slut

A face as strong as steel
Unblemished pure cream
Red lips with a cold feel
And a glossy slick gleam

Every action emphasized
She tosses her hair back with a frown
Every feeling dramatized
She has stolen her smile from a clown

Believing in nothing yet wearing a gold cross
Dogs could jump through hoops worn on her ears
Thinking failure is no great loss
And spilt milk is not worth the tears