She tells me about a dress she owns
Shoes, discount t-shirts from a bar downtown
she explains the fabric, the money she spent,
how excited she gets.
It's funny how proud she is
and all she talks about
The happiness spent to make her face a little bit brighter
to hide the cracks underneath her eyes
and the webs from all the frowns
"I'll get you a pair too" I say no, you don't have to
she insists so hard
I say no but thats the wrong answer
it will make you look beautiful, fabulous, perfect
but I'm not perfect and I don't plan to be
I am a girl which is all I need.