You walk and think you're a queen,
I don't want to sound mean,
But your blood isn't purple, it's green.
Forgive me if my words your pride sting.
You smile like the world is watching,
Winking while your hair touching.
Laughing like your life is beyond great,
Trying to be a star, trying to immitate.
Sweety, your nothing but a fake,
Nothing but a leaf stuck on my rake.
You're not made of gold,
Infact, you're getting a little old.
Take some advice and climb down to the floor,
You act like a millionare when we know you're poor.
Don't give me that fake smile,
Go on, keep living in denile.