Skin Deep
Skin deep I'm blond,
so I must be dumb,
but my mind whirls faster than most.
Skin deep I wear skirts,
so I'm a crazy conservative,
but I'm quite liberal.
Skin deep I'm not skinny,
so I must not care,
but I care a little too much.
Skin deep I smile,
so I must be happy,
but I force the smile on.
Skin deep I say, "Yes!"
but I'm begging, "No!"
In a skin deep world that's what we see,
so why is that not remotely me?
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