Why is it they always assume
That I'm a bitch or a slut
That I'm rich or stuck up
Is it my face or what?

Just because I am pretty
They think they can talk
They think they know me
They can take a walk

They don't know I'm nice
They don't know I'm smart
They think I live in a box
They think I have no heart

Can't they see that I'm good
Can't they see that I'm sweet
No, all they see is my body
Treat me like a piece of meat

I'm sick of falling
For these shallow-ass guys
Sick of being hurt
Tears fall from my eyes

So next time you dare
To ask me out on a date
You better know me well
Until then I'll wait...

Wait for that guy
Who will care about me
He'll like more than my looks
He'll like me for me.

 
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