Pretty girls pretty girls everywhere,
Pretty girls don’t care
What you have to say about their hair,
They laugh, they cry
They’re of all shapes, sizes and heights
Pretty girls are of all kinds,
Cheap mascara running down their faces,
Cheap lipstick and shoes with laces,
Pretty girls aren’t all fair
And like I said, they don’t care.
Pretty girls sway their hips,
And words as sweet as honey,
Words that sting,
Words of pride escape their lips.
Pretty girls are our warriors in braces.
Pretty girls? Don’t see their pretty,
All they see in people’s eyes are pity,
They make a lacklustre world lustrous,
Their hair cascading till their hips,
But not all pretty girls are princesses.
Pretty girls have stories to tell,
Stories of sorrows,
And stories that go well.
Pretty girls are all about making your heart swell,
Even if they don’t speak your language, oh well.
Pretty girls, pretty girls everywhere,
Not a soul to spare,
They are true and bare.
Not only behind a screen,
They include the girl next door who screams.
Pretty girls need to be aware,
They are pretty, witty and loved,
No one else decides,
If their eyebrows need be plucked,
Or if they need a good fuck.
Dear pretty girls everywhere,
Look at the mirror and repeat after me,
“I am a girl,
I am pretty, angry, but wise
And fuck anyone who says otherwise.”