Poor little chunky girl
Never had a chance
Losing to the skinny girls
Alone at the dance.
Poor little skinny girl
It’s making her sick
When her godly classmates
Refer to her as "stick".

Poor little plain faced girl
They tease her for no makeup.
Poor overpainted girl
The social kids just break up.
Poor little not bright girl
They call her by names
Poor little brainy girl
They do the very same.

Poor little boy in glasses
They tease him mercilessly
Poor little nearsighted girl
The tease when she cannot see.
Poor little boy who stumbles
They tease because he’s no ****.
The same boy after school
Who has to work on a dock.

Poor little kids who suffer so much
Because there’s no cash for clothes;
Some of them live in camps so
They can’t always smell like a rose.
Poor little kids who are in trouble
Can expect no help from schools
Because the faculty is gun shy
From being sued by stupid fools.

As each day goes by
As each hour passes
You can still remember
What you wanted to be
Who you wanted to be
Looking in the mirror
You see a face, a face
You do not recognise
An overpainted face
A face with years ingrained
Covering the face, the face
You think you remember.
The tides of life have
Ebbed and flowed,
Love has shown her face
Touched your heart
Oh and then departed.
You take another drink
The bottles empties
Midnight approaches
Another day is almost over.
It’s almost over but then
But then you slip into dreams
Into dreams of love
Even now, yes even now
To have your heart fly again
To share a life completely
Oh to know what love is.