She used to love a pretty boy
Rock hard abs, polished ploy
Their jet-set life, baubles, bling
She used to love the pretty things.
But zealous smear can leave you cold,
Nasty slights will scar your bold
His jealous jokes, her countless tears
Can’t erase the thankless years.
When she’d clung to rosy dreams
Fussed to fill his boorish schemes
Bore the cost, her head held high
Underneath the callous sky.
Til that day, she woke up grim
Knew that she was through with him
Left his wrath and left his whim
Never going back again.
Her narrowed life in trophy chains.
Stirs her still, steers this refrain
She’s braved the cold, faced her pain
She’s sharper now, secure again.
She’s looking for a kinder love
A friend who never shoves her love
Arms to hold her mad or glad
A deeper love than she’s ever had.
So, listen, girls, best think twice.
Pretty boys’ bedroom eyes
Will crush your soul, make up lies
Their cheating ways will make you sigh.
She’s looking for a kinder love
A friend who never shoves her love
Arms to hold her; mad or glad
The kind of love she’ll someday have.
Corney Press 