The Ugly Girl
She sat in her room through her Prom quite late
unfondly recalling she did not have a date
There's no one special nor had there ever been
this pretty sweet girl was born ugly as sin.
"Pretty girls are lucky, she spoke aloud
If only he'd ask, I know he'd be proud
I can smile and dance and sing him a song
I'd sure never cheat or do my man wrong!"
At the crack of dawn her phone didn't ring
Nothing to do, no not one single thing
but hope that some guy would give her a chance
To buy a Prom dress for the upcoming dance!
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All you ladies out there, you probably never had
this problem. Count your blessings....
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