Not An Object, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

I see the way you're looking at me,
I know you want me bad,
But the girl that you are looking at,
By you just won't be had,
Honey I'm a million miles,
Way out of your league,
So I don't want to hear you whistle,
Don't want to hear you plead,
I am so much better,
Than a guy that yells "Nice arse",
Go get yourself a life,
While your cockiness lasts,
The girls will look at me,
Loudly say an insult,
But they are simply jealous,
Of all my reasons to gloat,
But gloat I just will not,
Because I'm a notch above,
And it doesn't upset me,
Cause I don't need their love,
I am not an object,
And I don't really care,
Whether you judge me by my words,
Or judge me by my hair,
I don't want to be honked at,
While walking through the city,
I don't want them to hate me,
Just because I'm 'pretty',
All of us are people,
Beautiful in our own ways,
Ugly varies in forms,
And changes over days,
If you think I'm pretty,
Well part of you is too,
If you think I'm ugly,
Well darling,
So,
Are,
You.
Posted: 2005-12-30 08:40:57 UTC

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