I like pretty girls
With pretty faces and pretty bodies.
I sometimes wish to be like them,
With their nice clothes and hedonistic behaviours
I wish they liked me back, because I sometimes fantasize,
That they like me and I like them then, we dance together.
But they don't like me and I can't like them.
I go to school and try not to stare.
We go into the same bathrooms and the pretty girls snicker, they don't care.
And I can't dare to say it, because my mother would disapprove.
But I don't mind because I will always like pretty girls
with pretty faces and pretty bodies that's what I choose.
And one day,
I'm sure of it,
that a pretty girl will want to like me back, too.