An open hole of secrets,
No lock to hold inside,
Everyone that she has told
Upset them and they cried.

She lies about her friends,
Kindness that she lacks.
You think that you can trust her,
But she'll stab you in the back.

She thinks that she's so pretty,
And everyone loves her,
She looks right down her nose at you,
Bad rumours she does stir.

Her plastic features shine,
Her skirt's right up her thighs.
She checks her hair constantly,
A body full of lies.

A huge layer of make-up,
A mirror in her hand,
No proper taste of her own,
Not a hair out of place, not a strand.

As perfect as a doll,
Mouth a permanent pout,
Blonde hair, what a bimbo,
With a body that needs to fill out.