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.