pretty women around the world when they see me, they smirk and some shake their head and say, "who is that girl, who is that beautiful girl?"
some even roll their eyes and say my ego is huge and i need to be brought down to size i laugh at them and say "I don't wear any rouge"
whenever i sashay into a room I flip my hair, give a big smile and strike a pose And all the sweet honeybees, every last one fall down on their knees and offer me a red rose some even beg and plead "marry me please"
and some give a loud whistle just to capture my attention and all of them in unison exclaim with an excited smile "wow! you rock!"
yes, glamor girl, that's me for every last honeybee many kisses I blow and I give them a special wink and whisper, "yes, I know" xoxo