Verse 1:

Just 20 minutes ago she left her home

And proceeded to subdue the voice in her earphones

As she went in the store past the corner

Looked around the inner-environment and passed a

Foreigner

Something tripped her visual detection

As she looked through a mag in the book section

Flicked past the contents page of

Fhm magazine

To find the secrets that would make her the female of

Every male's dream

Went on and hopelessly trying to imitate a model-like celebrity

She had to abuse her own image carelessly

Went into the local council often for therapy

She decided to go into hospital for surgey

Mis-believed that this artificial beauty

Could neutralize insecurity

Conscious of unhealthy practices and what she deemed as unsafe foods

Even fatty liquids were rejected

To the point that she was anerexic

Verse 2:

Before long her figure was covered in fake eyes and fake boobs

Which cursed her to date guys disguised as fake dudes, She only found fornication not love

This male upon male cycle became her addictive drug

With loneliness comparable to a tea kettle without the mug

Needed comfort and her baby sister didn't hesitate for a hug

One day she went to a local cafe

Ordered a blueberry muffin with a chocolate lattay

Sat down to get her head clear

From the daily emotions such as anxiety, depression and fear

But she turned her head and smiled at what was near

Across the queue at the very end

Was a guy that she would love to get to know as a friend

Or perhaps even more

And at a quarter to 4

When she took out her mirror

The strange figure came near her

Took a seat opposite her

Both sets of eyes faced at the same time

At this point while she was sipping her cup

I gained courage to communicate and I asked her "what's up?"

Verse 3:

She explained in full to me

How it was painful to see

Guy after guy betray her

My initial thoughts were "what do I say to her"?

She has undoubtedly been tricked by society

The image of true values was to her the sight of me

Her face looked like it had been painted-up

Like she accidently fell face first into a tray of make-up

I could recognise the stains of her night before

Got up off the chair and offered food with "would you like some more

She rejected the offer

Hopefully the advice I gave taught her

Not to feel bad about her natural posture

And to get rid of this plastic impostor

I then left the cafe shop

If there was any connection between our hearts I dismembered the vein

I don't remember her name

But this story is a metaphor about how every popular or insecure girl is the same

How their uncomfort begins to flex

Resorting to unsafe sex

And being paid welfare checks

While another poor worker's back wrecks