Paper Doll
Snip that into place,
Quick, don't let them see,
The blemishes you're hiding,
From those snide judges, smirking wide.
Grab your scissors, hurry now,
Trim that bit to perfection,
No rough edges, oh no,
Not on this flimsy paper doll.
Do not dress the way you like little doll,
For you can't make decisions,
About tiresome things like that.
Now go, little doll - the mirror awaits.
See how pretty you look paper doll?
That tiny waist, that long blonde hair,
That sweet obliging face.
You're frozen in your beauty, an ice queen of loveliness.
