I want to be super popular
I want to have lots of friends
I want to have flowy hair
With no pesky split ends
I want to be a superstar
Like no ones ever seen
I want to have the whitest teeth
That actually hurt when they gleam
I want to be super thin
Like a model starved for the runway
I want to have bigger lips
Like I’ve eaten a six inch subway
I want to have a small personality
That everyone can enjoy
I want to be the sorta girl
Who would never be a toy
I want to be kind and smart
And treated kind of nicely
Because I’d be the kind of person
You’d actually want to treat nicely.
I guess I drew the short straw in this life
A girl who’s completely opposite
But if I ever become this blessed girl
I’ll know that I’ll have earnt it.