Red lips and piercing white teeth aren't who she is.
It's a façade for the sad girl inside,
It's the hurt she's had before,
She does not mean to mislead.

Flawless skin with subtle pink cheeks isn't who she is.
It's a façade for the imperfect girl inside,
It's the wish for innocent youth,
She does not mean to mislead.

Bold eyes with the pretty colour isn't who she is.
It's a façade for all she's looked through,
It's the hope of decency,
She does not mean to mislead.

Short dress with killer heels isn't who she is.
She dresses for herself, not others.
She dresses for her confidence.
But you took that from her,
With your needs and desires.
She did not mislead, you assumed.