The girl with volcano eyes,
And a lions mane,
Never quite fit in,
I guess she's to blame,
Because she's got freckles on her nose,
A few broken toes,
On her left foot of course,
And she doesn't sit straight enough,
She's smiling a lot,
But never feels it,
So they say she's insincere,
But she carries twice her weight in responsibility,
For you,
A stranger,
She's got short legs,
A long curvy torso,
That bleeds into wide hips,
She has larger calves,
And tiny ankles,
Fat fingers,
And small hands,
Perfect ears,
But too large a nose,
They say her cheek bones are so high,
Her bottom lip too plump,
But her personality,
Extrodinary