She will never be me

I have left and she is now there
So afraid to lose you she tries to clone my hair
She blow dries it straight
Trying to change our fate
She is trying to hold you with the mere image of me
Because she knows I hold your hearts key
She can grow her hair long and even blow dry it straight
Trying to obtain the look of the one she hates
She can pay four grand to pump up her chest
But compared to me she will always be less
I sit and find it quite amusing
That my look she finds so consuming
Tell her she should just be her self
For she will still end up on that dusty shelf
Just like an old toy kicked to the side
She might as well go and hide
For my plan is to get my man back
And she is the one I will totally attack!


 
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