O' little girl why are you so unhappy?
You tread to and fro
Holding yourself in misery
You grunt and whine when you see yourself
What do you see little girl?
I see your beautiful hair
I see your progressively slimming figure
Everything about you is changing
Yet you still look unhappy
Who made you so little girl?
Who filled you with woe little girl?
Back and forth in a nervous rage
Like a ballerina ready to take the stage
You pace and pander and swiftly look away
As though the next image you see will be different
That you'll get what you want if you just steal one more glance
You check the tightness of your shirt and the fit of your pants
To love is to understand
Little girl, you don't have a chance