She drinks the alcohol every night,
Because she dreads the reflection in sight.
She calls it “liquid courage” that dreadful name,
Thinks it will help her step up her game.
Guys only want her soft thick lips,
Her big green eyes, her “baby-making hips”.
They do not care about her mind,
Or about the fact that she is funny and kind.
She hates herself, this is true,
Wants to curl up in bed and accept that she’s blue.
I do not know what’s truly wrong,
Can you figure it out by the end of this song?

~Claudia Alpert~