Youre doomed in life to be but baby face
Elsewhere eyed grown up girls turned pretty plain
Their ratios havent scaled up given space
Theyre nice enough avoid a verbiage vain
The maxed out mids in mew dare dodge disdain
They chew on gum to sculpture stronger jowls
They lengthen little necks in constant crane
They pull in stomachs coax and cave in bowels
And drop dead dolls are rare in city prowls
Your head turns late theyve barely passed you by
Their features fine a blemish never fouls
They lack in character its perfect puzzle why
Blowing baby face the kindest kiss of soul
I swear on shaven monkey pits and hole
Chorus soul animus essence
