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There's more to her than meets the eye.
Her thick makeup is her disguise.
With her heart on her sleeve,
she was trying to please...you.
She sits alone by candle-light.
Her thoughts keep her up all through the night.
Trying to conceive,
how she can please...you.
Holes in the soles of her old broken shoes.
The invisible girl with nothing to lose.
She danced all night,
trying to impress...you.
Her heads a mess, her family no less.
She plays the part perfect, of a Damself in distress.
Her only hope though,
is trying to impress...you.