It started as a past time
When she was very small
Dressing up in mummy's clothes
with heels to make her tall.
When she was a teenager
Her relatives would boast
That of all the girls in all the world
Her beauty shone the most.
Then she got those glimpses
From the guys who walked the city
Whistling, cooing, cute remarks
She knew that she was pretty.
These compliments were genuine
And many times were said
But after she'd digested them
It all went to her head.
With make-up like a painted doll
And glossy, shiny hair
Perfected walk, she made them talk
And loved to make em' stare.
So it became her sole ambition
To be a beauty star
To always look sensational
And let it take her far.
