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The pretty girls on the bus
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2004 I wish my hair was pressed flat like the pretty girls on the bus
Perfect make up and cloths like a model in vogue
High lights
Earrings
Bags and shoes
Perfection's precious princesses
All lined up in a row
Looking good
Smelling sweet
Eyes that hold no sorrow
But here I am with my floppy frown
My hair frizzing
Dressed for work
With Sorrow spilling form my tear ducks
Wishing I was someone else
Someone likes the pretty girls on the bus
First of all, I like the way the first half mirrors the second. Its like a painting of a lake where the forground is shown as well as the distorted mirror image in the lake. However, your perception of the painting seems different than my interpritation. I see you as the forground and the "Pretty girls" as a distorted image of reality. They are the distorted image of what we are "suppose" to be, when infact the foreground is the where the true beauty lies. So we as the forground should not envy the distorted image, because when the sun sets the lake shows only black while the forground still keeps its beauty.
The wayward writings of Brockman
u r beautiful
And write better than airhead chickens on a bus. Great writing this.
:) yes and thats the point,
:) yes and thats the point, society makes beautiful people feel ugly...thats messed up...we need to work on that
Much Love
Ashley