Yes I notice you, yes I do.
When you giggle like a bimbo,
And attempt to speak English like a pro.
Yes I hear you, yes I do.
When you blast the latest tunes,
And croak to them s’if choking in fumes.
Yes I see you, yes I do.
When you use without asking,
And leave it after dirtying.
And yes I feel you, yes I do.
When u’ve this urge to climb that social ladder,
And your need to look hotter.
But no, I don’t get you, I really don’t.
Where’s the filming, when’s it airing?
I’m getting a different message.
For what’s there left for watching,
When I’ve a ticket to backstage.
All day long you practice your script,
To stir up envy, for the world to seek.
I wish I too, could be audience,
But it’s too bad, u’ve given me a sneak peek.
But we owe you, I guess we do.
Thank you for boosting her confidence,
Thank you for inspiring me.
I guess it’s a test of patience,
And a mirror to what we should not be.