Okay;
Honey one thing I have, that you don't, is class
You walk around here acting like you can do no wrong
Another thing I have that you don't, is a little self-respect
Because if the only way you feel worthy is by sleeping with any man that tells you, you're beautiful, there must not be to much going on up there
And don't get me wrong, you are, very beautiful, and you do have looks that kill
But my soul, is more beautiful then you will ever be
And maybe your new lipstick taste like strawberries
But my words taste of wisdom, and love
And maybe, just maybe, he loves you
But sweetheart, I love myself
So before you go around, telling me that I'll never get anywhere because of my looks
Look at me from the inside out, and you'll see why when I say that I'm beautiful, it's not because I'm shallow
It's because I'm wise
