The
woman sings her blue
Though
she is slim like the models
Yet
she isn't happy with her thighs
She
says it is like a tree trunk
The
vain of her needs
She
should live with what she has
Dreaming
of a perfect body
The
woman sings her blue
When
she sees a man
Skinny
with slim thighs
She
just can't understand
How
can a man has it?
So
the woman sings her blue
The
imperfections she sees herself
She
should be grateful of what she has
While
others may have missing arms or legs
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