It's called artistic nude –
And, so she says, she paints better
Wearing nothing but her diamonds.

So she says being iced like a cake
Makes her feel like a goddess
But innocent eyes tell a different story
Than seductive body curves.

It's called beautiful –
But you can't put a label on objective
So she says she's not beautiful
And really, she isn't.

At least not in the wide-eyed and
placid way that he thinks in.
Beautiful like that simple white dress,
But darling
it's just not your year, you know.

And one day, she says,
She will be without them and alone
But at least she will finally be beautiful.