Everyone's a Queen
Who cares about the beauty pageant
That’s all just fun and games
What I wonder as I sit here is
What the hell do YOU gain
What do you gain by bring others down
By making them feel like scraps
If you tore everyone’s skin off
We’d all look like crap
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