-Self-
Blue eyes, thirty six, twenty four, thirty six
Body in the shape of an hourglass, shoulder hips
Straight long blond hair, a flat stomach
C cup, filled up, not as flat as her back
And the rear that would make Prince Charles un-queer
No Thank You -
Give me someone a little bit different
Like the girl I’ve got for instance
Cinnamon pigtails, which use to be pink
If you’re lucky enough, with a smile she’ll give you a wink
Chest and ass, to me the best
The day god made her he was a perfectionist
To me, THAT’S as pretty as can be
If I were to lose my sight, I’d want her to be the last thing I see

-MeNTiLL-
People often tell me that Beauty is found
In the eyes of the beholder
Well I found Beauty ... The problem is
Im too afraid to hold her
Saggy shoulders Black under my eyes
She causes me to lose sleep
Beauty's 'posed 2 be the same depth as skin
But that's still too deep
So Im writin' on a loose leaf
Tryna define the thoughts trapped in my head
I would pray my soul to keep
But lately I've been prayin' to keep her instead
Submerged in bed, my heart achin'
With her head upon my chest
And urge to wed, if im not mistaken
But nothin' is said upon the rest
I long for breath juss one gasp
Of air, it would really free my mind
I'd try harder to explain Beauty's design
But Im blind, I hope U appreciate my attempt for tryin