She’s not so pretty,

She’s not so nice.

She isn’t modest,

Can’t give good advice.

Never says, “Thank you,”

Never says, “Please.”

For you she wouldn’t,

Get down on her knees.

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She and I don’t compare,

This situation just ain’t fair.

Because she’s popular,

And you love her,

For all the wrong reasons to love.

She’s got the money,

She’s got the friends.

She has the reputation,

An image to defend.

Her heart is empty,

Her eyes are dull.

How can you think,

She’s beautiful?

Chorus

She’s…

Spoiled and conceited,

Worthless and depleted.

Nothing that you needed,

But you still love her,

For all the wrong reasons to love.