I do feel beautiful.
Long legs and blonde hair,
A car horn and whistle,
I feel helpless.
Long legs and blonde hair,
I’m supposed to feel lucky.
But I feel helpless,
A creepy man’s eyes travel all over me.
I’m supposed to feel lucky,
I am usually proud.
A creepy man’s eyes travel all over me,
And suddenly I am not.
I am usually proud,
A car horn and a whistle.
Suddenly I am not proud.
I do not feel beautiful.
