Little Miss Perfect

Long, golden nails, and flashy short dresses.

"When you find out, too late", she confesses.

Makeup rules, and scheduled far.

Next you know she's smokin cigars.

At 5 years old, she's perfected her vanity,

but what do you know about her sanity?

Do you know what's going on in her head,

"Poor child", they say, "she'll have her dead."

A mother, a madwoman, concerned bias.

Although she may be pious,

so were the crusaders, but they murdered their ways,

how children can be so naive, outnumbered their days.

Pretty nails, flashy fashion, blue eye shadow--- concerned obsession.

Do you know what's going on in her head?

Poor child, they say, she'll have her dead.