| Popular Girl She puts her lipstick on just right, She combs and primps her hair, Her blush isn�t too heavy, not too light, She�ll take an hour to prepare, To make herself perfect and sweet, She�ll be beautiful, head to toe, And the cute guys will kiss her feet. But she�s empty, and why she doesn�t know. Maybe she doesn�t have enough money To buy her all the happiness in the world. Or maybe there aren�t enough guys calling her �honey�. Perhaps her hair would look better up, blonde, curled? Or she�ll get a new pair of shoes! These are too old. She�ll get her boyfriend to buy her a new necklace, Her parents will give her a credit card: Spoiled Brat Gold. She�ll but ten new outfits to make her friends jealous, saying �How precious� But there�ll still be something missing, a hole, A hole that tears this popular girl apart, That is deep in the depths of her soul, And so large it touches every part of her heart. Her beauty is only skin deep, she�s just a shallow snob. She has a new boyfriend every week, And every Friday night the quarterback gets a blow job. But nothing fills this hole, and hope becomes bleak. To make herself happy she�ll try every kind of drug, She�ll have sex with every cute athlete, They�ll call her a slut, and she�ll just shrug, And she has to stay skinny, so of course she can�t eat. But the hole is still there, growing bigger everyday, And everything, popularity, charm, beauty, falls down this hole. And that silly girl still doesn�t know there is only one way, And nothing on this earth will save her soul, Not shoes, clothes, or makeup, not sex, or drugs, or charm. So I pity this girl, her ignorance does her only harm. And for the rest of you who are popular I say great, I�m happy for you, I just hope that with popularity you have Christ too. |