This world was made for me.
God, I am so beautiful!
Gorgeous, refined, skin so smooth and bright.
My feet don’t really touch the ground;
I hover and I glide,
flowers growing on my path
and in my eyes is where the stars all shine.
I am a miracle!
A living proof that beauty exists
for me to be its goddess.
Object of all desire
subject of all discussions;
truth is, substance is only skin-deep
beauty is all that matters.