Turned Down Covergirl
The color of my skin, my hair, my eyes.
Down to every detail I need no lies.
Because I know, the mirror knows.
You best believe I’m the fairest of them all.
Can’t you tell?
From the casual flip of my hair, the upright posture.
As I walk, as I talk.
Body screaming confidence.
Make up or no make up
The cute boy in science class knows
On a scale of one to ten, I’m a ten and up.
You best believe I’m the fairest of them all.
Can’t you tell?
I know how to work it
As I talk as I walk.
Need I remind you I’m a queen.
Age of seventeen, turned down Covergirl
Don’t need anyone to tell me what I already know.
I don’t know what it means to be insecure
Flawless; you best believe I’m the fairest of them all.
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