She hated herself
She hated them more
But she'd put on a face
Which wasn't that sour
Her smile, though not real
Was as contagious as the flu
Did some magic on people
They'd go all blue
The new chick, she was
The burning topic, here & there
More she'd want to hide herself
She was getting famous everywhere
Not so fond of life
Her best friend was just a knife
Had conflicts with her menage
Everything seemed like just a mirage
She hated herself
She hated them more
But she'd put on a face
Which wasn't that sour