My eyes arent pretty enough
And with all the girls at my school, the competition is
tough
I am the old toy broken and old,
and the other girls are the clay that fit the mold
I wish i was the only girl that you believed
That God carefully constructed and weaved
Do you even really care, what i think about you
Because deep inside i like to think you do
Every night i have a dream
You ask me for my number, and with that i'd beam
I know this are nothing but grim fantasies
But sometimes they put my heart at ease
If only one day the prince would pop up out of the story
book
and into my heart, you would have a look