You stare at her and she stares back
You smile, and behold, she only stares back
So beautiful, so...perfect,
"Could she be mine?"
The brain, it backs off
as you start thinking from your groin.
For a few moments, reality loses it's power
to the frozen face of a woman,
that simply stares back.
Rejected, dejected, somewhere
Lies another girl turning to ether,
For ugly and shy rarely mix together,
Unlikely a place to find a gift,
A gift that lures men to what she's not.
A pity, for this angel with her wand
and a flash of light,
Captures all shades and colors,
from white to black,
for men who hate her and drool as they watch,
the beautiful girl that only stares back.