Perfect Envy

How I envy the girls who seem without care;
Immaculate make-up,
And salon fresh hair.

How I envy the girls who make people stare,
In awe and amazement,
As if they were rare.

How I envy the girls whose skin shall not tear,
Forever stays perfect,
It just isn't fair.

How I envy the girls with bodies so trim.
Who can eat all they like,
And still remain slim.

How I long for that face,
And I long for that hair.
How I long for that body,
And that pure angel stare.

How I ache for the days when I shall not glare.
When I'll look at those girls,
And not even care.

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