There is something strange in that white innocent girl,
That pretty doll wearing black that could make the world go twirl.
She has exceptional traits that could make them stunned,
Every guy in this place chooses her than a sexist blonde.
She’s completely proper when she’s seriously wrath,
Pale cheeks on her can’t tell that she’s a foolish brat.
I’m amazed how she laughs, smiles and moves in crowd,
She’s viciously fancy and reserved who can’t be so loud.
That white girl wearing high heels and long elegant gown,
Can never be promiscuous, defiant and screeching sound.
She’s a type of damsel, who’s every best man’s choice,
No wonder she’ll be chased by a group of cuddly boys.
I don’t know if she trying to deny that she is really pretty,
Her character deeply speaks that she’s fine and prissy.
I so admire that dazzling doll walking on a bumpy stage,
She’s one of a kindest girl whom fairly looks up by all age.
