Girls here,
Girls there,
Pretty girls everywhere,
Yet you chose me.

Why me?
Many ridiculous thoughts
Scatter around my mind,
Why out of all of those people,
Would You chose me?
... Man you must be blind.

I only wear a flick of eyeliner
And a lick of foundation,
What makes my looks so special?
What makes you think I'm the one that shines?
What brings the brightness to my deep, dark eyes?