You love to show me that pretty ladies leave me,
Although you're like a model to us you are not in our dreams,
Though you know not that you are ugly, albeit, mean looking.
Or maybe I become old one day, but you will wind up much uglier than us.
And you make money that way.
You love to show that the princes and pawns gape,
And the confident ask you to date,
But none are your favorite,
Only he...
Only when I talk with you,
Did I wish you to turn me down,
When I wish things are all my fault...
You love to message me,
Or else you left me,
To be with him.
Although you're like a model to us you are not in our dreams,
Though you know not that you are ugly, albeit, mean looking.
Or maybe I become old one day, but you will wind up much uglier than us.
And you make money that way.
You love to show that the princes and pawns gape,
And the confident ask you to date,
But none are your favorite,
Only he...
Only when I talk with you,
Did I wish you to turn me down,
When I wish things are all my fault...
You love to message me,
Or else you left me,
To be with him.
