To all the pretty girls With all their giddy twirls Their heady scents And posh accents Their pocketfuls of cash Their mascara masquerades False chest parades Clicking nails Painted toenails And Shorts as small as their brains And when they cavort past me With daddy's cashcards clung firmly My self-esteem smacks the floor As their egos soar When they steal a glance my way And have they a reason to look at me so smugly? Giggling at me with glee But ah contraire! No need to stare I know I'm ugly as muck But I'll sleep tonight, when it dawns on me that, At least I'm not a pretty f**k