vanity never sleeps well

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