How pretty perfect

How pink and rosy cheeks

How darling pretty dearie is

When pretty starts to speaks

 

Hey girl

How pretty lovely

How pretty and how pure

How pretty when you aim to please

You pretty, pretty girl

 

Hey girl

You pretty painting

You ornament, you jewel

So pretty when you shimmer

Sparkle, never pretty dull

 

Hey girl

You pretty treasure

You flower, you’re divine

You’d look so very pretty

Perching on this shelf of mine

 

But what

If I’m not pretty pink

What if I feel blue

If I feel viridian

What am I then to you?

 

And what if

I’m not hey girl

If I’m dude or in between

Why must I be pretty

In order to be seen

 

Can I

Not just be dapper?

Can I not just be spry?

Can I not just be something

More than pretty in your eyes?

 

Can I

Not just be funny?

Can I not just be sharp?

Can I just once be more

Than a pussy with a heart?