God help the ugly girl

Plain Jane.. Aren’t I always? Used to it by now But still pained What is it like? To be just another pretty face Lord, if I knew Would I be happy then? And would I, if I could Carve myself up for you? Could I make you turn your head Toward me, only me, as I am I don’t want to have to grow on you Though I know my looks do that I want to awe you, astound you With loveliness that chokes That perfumed falsehood That I hate, perhaps because I can’t have it There’s a lot I’d sacrifice for just second place A lot that I’ve given up for this moment But I can’t make myself your doll-child Though god knows I’d like to try I’ll smile, I promise I’ll simper and fawn For anything you give me I’ve gotten desperate But cold, you wouldn’t get it If I knew how to explain it To spare you, I’ll smile Like always Just don’t look deeper There’s something about me So lonely… God help the ugly Girl