Look at her
Her perfectly streamed hair of blond and amber
And that tiny waist.

Oh the way he looks at her
Like the last flower on earth and he a lonely bee
Her brightness draws him in.

Fine.
She can have what she wants.
I have no interest in competition.

But look how sweet he is!
With his lips so perfectly placed at kissable height
And his arms so tight around me.

Oh the way we talk!
Diving into the past as if discovering another world.
He fascinates me.

Wait.
I must have what I want.
I have no interest in competition.